If you remember, Voodoo has been on a destructive binge lately. First the hole eaten into the bathroom drywall, then the obliteration of our entire living room while we were at work. I know Voodoo doesn't have seperation anxiety, so I suspected a lack of exercise. Therefore, I've spent the last few days determined to wear him out.
I've been getting up 1 and 1/2 hours early in the morning and taking him for a long, brisk walk before work. When I get home, it's another 1 and 1/2-hour jaunt. Then I go outside and have an energetic 30-minute round of fetch, chase and tug with him before bedtime.
The good news: It's working! The problem seems to have been solved. No more destructive behavior; he's been an absolute angel while we're gone.
The bad news: Ugh, I hurt!
All this exercise is showing me how woefully out-of-shape I am. My legs are so sore. And what's worse is that the more I do this, the more fit Voodoo is getting. Therefore, it takes even more exercise to make him tired! I've noticed that he already seems less exhausted than he was before. I think I'll eventually be forced to....jog! *whimper*
Hubby finds the whole situation absolutely hilarious. He says fate is striking back at me for my stubborn refusal to accompany him to the gym.
*sigh* At least I'll be in decent shape. Crazy little Voodoo. Oh why couldn't you have been a couch potato like Zeus?
I've been getting up 1 and 1/2 hours early in the morning and taking him for a long, brisk walk before work. When I get home, it's another 1 and 1/2-hour jaunt. Then I go outside and have an energetic 30-minute round of fetch, chase and tug with him before bedtime.
The good news: It's working! The problem seems to have been solved. No more destructive behavior; he's been an absolute angel while we're gone.
The bad news: Ugh, I hurt!
All this exercise is showing me how woefully out-of-shape I am. My legs are so sore. And what's worse is that the more I do this, the more fit Voodoo is getting. Therefore, it takes even more exercise to make him tired! I've noticed that he already seems less exhausted than he was before. I think I'll eventually be forced to....jog! *whimper*Hubby finds the whole situation absolutely hilarious. He says fate is striking back at me for my stubborn refusal to accompany him to the gym.
*sigh* At least I'll be in decent shape. Crazy little Voodoo. Oh why couldn't you have been a couch potato like Zeus?
