The novelty of running laps at breakneck speeds in our backyard never wears off for George, despite the fact that he goes running 4-5 times a week off-leash in a forest. He never tires and he never sits (we just realized this the other day after 2-1/2 years)...he's either moving, desperately following my husband around or crashed out. Such is the life of a sweet-tempered, silly-billy, big oaf of dog so-aptly-named George. I wish I had a hundredth of his energy and zest for life! Oh, the things I could do!
What Scoutie Girl lacks in the leg department with her meager 3 instead of 4, George more than makes up for with the dozen or so he sprouts as he bounds with abandon around his makeshift snowy velodrome.