This weekend we watched a friend’s dog. Truth be told, she was a really nice, good dog; but we and our home weren’t really a good fit for her. She never really stopped making noises. She panted really hard non-stop the whole time like she was constantly out of breath, but according to her owner that is typical. When we put her outside, she barked to get back in. When I would go outside with her, she wanted me to throw an object for her to chase, which would have been fine but she is giant and slid across our fragile grass and tore up the lawn pretty bad. We took away all the toys, but she continued to find sticks for me to throw. We’d leave her and Baxter out together downstairs to sleep at night, but they  stood at the top of the staircase whimpering together for up to six hours. If we put her in her crate, Baxter would stand outside the crate whimpering. If we put them both in their crates they would both whimper, hearing each other’s whimpers. But the one great thing was Baxter badly wanted to hump this dog, and she didn’t seem to mind. This went on for hours and hours and hours. Baxter growled and snarled at her if she tried to move while he pumped his little body. He seemed pretty exhausted by the time she left Sunday.

I also made it my mission to purchase new running shoes this weekend. The last time I bought shoes, about a year ago, I went the minimalist route and got the lightest shoes they had. Well, minimalism is not for me, and especially not for me while running on pavement. This time I did a ton of research and went to several stores over the span of two days before landing on a pair of Brooks PureFlow shoes. I took them out for a spin with Hound and the difference is very noticeable. I continue to run the same 1.71-mile route with Baxter at least four times a week, which isn’t much, but is allowing me to maintain my weight.

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I guest-blogged for Jordan on Saturday and came up with a post about my career, which told of my original plans to be a baseball broadcaster and how I somehow wound up in the world of e-mail marketing. I am in the early stages of coming up with a demo reel for my voice-over career, and since then have already booked a new automated phone greeting gig for a local law firm.

I posted a photo on Facebook last night to be funny, telling everyone about my great-great-great-great uncle Cornelius who delivered mail by stilts in Carpenter in 1889. Naturally, that was a total lie, but so many people bought it that I decided to let it go. What does it hurt anyone if a whimsical story is completely false?