5k race ... losing for my owner's sake

9 a.m.; sunny; 50ish degrees F;

We ran a 5k road race today. I was the solo canine.

Once I realized my owner was not a contender ... I stopped pulling her wide ass along.

After two miles of running straight up the middle of the road, I decided to sniff along the roadside brush ... And do what I like to do ... mark my territory.

The embarrassing thing is ... my owner signed up for the race under my name ... so Gertie MacDogell will be reputed as a slow motion dog.

On the positive side, because I'm good looking and make such a running presence, a lot of people were cheering for me. The 5k runners liked me being in the race.

The half-marathon people were a little too intense and ignored me. I'd like to show them who can REALLY run ... if only I were off-leash.

I met a few dogs among the spectators. They cowered when I came up to them. What wimps ... that makes me really want to intimidate them. GRRRRRR.

During the run I contemplated how to get my owner to get her weight down. We both really like to eat. It works to my benefit for her to eat a lot (she gives me most of her food).

On the way home, we stopped by Berea Animal Rescue ... this is where my owner and I first met. My owner wants to submit my story as one of their success stories.
The volunteers asked what name I used while at the shelter. It used to be Sydney (my owner changed it to Gertie after she noticed I responded to it).

They excitedly said they both remembered me ... of course, they really liked me ... so I hopped out of the car and strutted around for them.

I must have seemed nervous because they were trying to reassure me that I wasn't being put back in animal shelter.

C'mon J2, take me outta' here.