Summer in the midwest seems to have arrived in a hurry.
On May 15th, the temp hovered in the sixties while the Brent Bays 5K got completely drenched. (That link is to an article which refers to my finish time as “amazing.” I love this town.)
Fast forward one week, and it’s so hot I’m fearing for my puppies’ well-being.
The pups are becoming pretty good runners. Simon, our firstborn, tends to get lazy and distracted after a few miles. But the companionship of a second dog, plus his very important duty of carrying the water backpack, have given him a renewed sense of purpose.
Sebastian is the natural athlete of the pair. But this means that he is not as likely to let us know if he is feeling the heat. We’re going to need to be careful with this one.
Seabass should be so thankful that his big brother is willing to carry water for him.
Just as the heat has snuck up on us, it is even more sudden for our four-legged running buddies. No such thing as dri-fit for these guys. Take good care of them!