Hi, my name is Lucy. My two-legged pal Lori took me running when I was about a year old, so I'd quit chewing up the furniture. It pretty much worked. I think my roommates were ready to find me a new home, but after I started running regularly, I was too TIRED to chew! Boy, I sure discovered a whole new world outdoors. Trails are my favorite places to run, but sometimes they are too narrow, and some runners wear black, which is kinda scary to me. Mostly I just run around the scary people, but I keep a close eye on Lori.
My farthest run is 12 miles. One time we had to call home for someone to come get us, because I was too tired to run all the way. But mostly I can hang in there. Recently, though, another dog came to live with us. He's a big young punk, so we go to the dog park a lot. He's not allowed to go running; frankly, he acts like an idiot sometimes. Cooper's a fun guy to tear around with in the house when we're bored, but outside he goes kind of crazy.
Well, see you on the trails!
