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Title is pretty straightforward, don't you agree?
Alright, here's the story, then.
I was taking my puppy for a walk today to do both an assignment for Physical Education as well as to get a little exercise.
Me and Cody (my puppy) were about a mile from home and I was about to round a corner when I noticed the leash was loose and coiling back up. I turned around to see Cody panicked and starting to run. He was about 100 yards away from me at this point. I commanded him to sit but he didn't listen and I started trying to catch up to him and he took off running.
At this point, I began to panic because I didn't want him to get hurt or get lost. I started to run after him commanding him to sit and stay along the way. He kept running. I began to sprint. I sprinted for a total of a half mile before I finally caught up to him. He was slowing down to sniff a tree. I picked up him and called my dad... from here, it's pretty obvious what happen: dad picks me & puppy up.
So, what's the point of me telling you this? Well, I'm not exactly in shape to be running for that long. I was surprised I didn't collapse after I picked up Cody.
I weigh about 350 lbs. last time I was at the doctors. Now, you might think I look like a blimp, but I don't. I'm 6 feet tall, give or take a inch or two. I'm also big-boned, meaning my bones are thicker than most other people, which also means my bones are a lot heavier.
I don't snack a lot, I eat decently healthy, but I am lazy. I'm getting more active, though. Things aren't so boring in my life. My school work is more tuned to what I like, I have a hyper as f**k puppy, and my family's life in general is taking a turn for the better.
Why is sprinting for about half a mile such an achievement for me? Well, to put it simply, I haven't been able to run for more than 5 seconds, much less jog a half mile. Also, I was probably sprinting at like 15 miles an hour, which for my weight, is fast.
My puppy was scared because of some dogs that were barking at him. Knowing that dogs communicate through barking, they were probably saying things that scared Cody half to death, hence the reason he found a way off the leash. It either snapped as he started running or he chewed it off. I wouldn't be surprised if he had chewed it off considering how thin the rope was. It was more like braided yarn than anything.
So, this gave you a chance to know a little bit more about myself, as well as hear a story that happened less than an hour ago, that MAY be interesting to you.
Have any interesting stories you want to share? Go ahead and share them in my thread
Alright, here's the story, then.
I was taking my puppy for a walk today to do both an assignment for Physical Education as well as to get a little exercise.
Me and Cody (my puppy) were about a mile from home and I was about to round a corner when I noticed the leash was loose and coiling back up. I turned around to see Cody panicked and starting to run. He was about 100 yards away from me at this point. I commanded him to sit but he didn't listen and I started trying to catch up to him and he took off running.
At this point, I began to panic because I didn't want him to get hurt or get lost. I started to run after him commanding him to sit and stay along the way. He kept running. I began to sprint. I sprinted for a total of a half mile before I finally caught up to him. He was slowing down to sniff a tree. I picked up him and called my dad... from here, it's pretty obvious what happen: dad picks me & puppy up.
So, what's the point of me telling you this? Well, I'm not exactly in shape to be running for that long. I was surprised I didn't collapse after I picked up Cody.
I weigh about 350 lbs. last time I was at the doctors. Now, you might think I look like a blimp, but I don't. I'm 6 feet tall, give or take a inch or two. I'm also big-boned, meaning my bones are thicker than most other people, which also means my bones are a lot heavier.
I don't snack a lot, I eat decently healthy, but I am lazy. I'm getting more active, though. Things aren't so boring in my life. My school work is more tuned to what I like, I have a hyper as f**k puppy, and my family's life in general is taking a turn for the better.
Why is sprinting for about half a mile such an achievement for me? Well, to put it simply, I haven't been able to run for more than 5 seconds, much less jog a half mile. Also, I was probably sprinting at like 15 miles an hour, which for my weight, is fast.
My puppy was scared because of some dogs that were barking at him. Knowing that dogs communicate through barking, they were probably saying things that scared Cody half to death, hence the reason he found a way off the leash. It either snapped as he started running or he chewed it off. I wouldn't be surprised if he had chewed it off considering how thin the rope was. It was more like braided yarn than anything.
So, this gave you a chance to know a little bit more about myself, as well as hear a story that happened less than an hour ago, that MAY be interesting to you.
Have any interesting stories you want to share? Go ahead and share them in my thread

















