Fleeing From Humans is Not Kosher

Things are drying up at an alarming rate around these parts, which sounds the alarm for trail running season!! Mabel and I went on our first trail run of the season today. Reports: Way muddy in the sun, a little snowy in the shade, chilly down in the hollow, and semi-treacherous on the decent from the top of the hill in the grotto. Mabel scored double-bad negative points while on said run because of one big reason--fleeing from her human while on a run is not kosher..at all. Before I could catch up with her, she was waiting like a guilty alley cat at the front door of our home.

However, while on her speedy route back to the castle, she managed to successfully run by two hikers without barking or lunging at them...while she earned two very enthusiastic thumbs up for that act of saintliness, she still managed to finish deep in the doldrums. Banished to her kennel for what seemed like an eternity, Mabel had time to ruminate over her sins of puppydom, and quietly make plans to excise the demons lurking deep within her soul.