Why I Run: The Dog’s Story 13

After a Few Miles

One thing my 14 year-old and I have in common is our love of playing words. Where we differ is subject matter. Her head is filled with T.A.R.D.I.S travel and Sherlock’s latest escapades. She has a place in her heart for Loki, whom she says is misunderstood. We do not always speak—or write—the same language, but at least we can share this one small thing. I asked her to imagine what The Dog would say if he could tell us why he runs.

Hi! I’m Cooper!

I like to ru- SQUIRREL!

Anyway, I like to run. Why do I like to run? I like to run because it is fun. I am really fast, and there are so many awesome smells! And lots of things to pee on! Sometimes I get to run with Abby, or Bronwyn! They’re my humans. Sometimes I run with Sophie! Sophie’s a dog, like me! We both like to chase squirrels.

What was I talking about?

Oh right, running. Running is good exercise! Also I can get outside so I can poo.

The humans don’t like poo in their house. I love running!!


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13 thoughts on “Why I Run: The Dog’s Story

    • Jennifer Luitwieler

      Thanks, Andi. Because she is a stickler for her Avengers, Loki is a super hero, and Cooper is the dog…I should have been more clear. She speaks in loki’s language, comics, and I prefer Jane Austen. Anyway, I’m grateful for your comment.

  • HE Perrine

    Good job writing, Abby. You seem to understand your dog. I have always wondered who took whom for a walk (or run). Now I am pretty sure of the answer. Dogs rule.

  • szcinski

    Ok, my turn; so I present Cooper (as I KNOW him to be):

    “Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed blog readers, members of the media and fellow canine, it is with latent incredulity that I opine my duties, not only to humor the seeming innocuous threads of affection (read, patronization) doled upon my species by the upright creatures, but indeed their very core need for the mirage of dominance, that fails to disguise such expressions. For we have long been a genus (even) that has both co-habited and served to define their population establishments throughout history. As such, we have been equal party (at least) to the governance of these groups, the evolution of their culture, and the participation in their social/athletic practices – most notably the derivative form of transportation the upright creatures refer to as ‘running’. It has long been our tradition to indulge this activity, maintaining both the appearance of genuine enthusiasm for what is truly a pathetic effort at self-propulsion, and similarly, tolerance for the snail-like-pace at which such efforts proceed. Therefore, we have adopted (and adapted) exploration, hunting and even need-based biological enterprises into the seeming chasm of time spent waiting for the upright creatures to simply ‘catch up’. While the irony of such shrewd undertakings and the superior industry of our time expenditures remain lost on most of this group, we prevail steadfast in our commitment, if only to maintain the altruism and benevolence that has come to define our congregation. In the end, we perceive this ‘burden’ as noble and worthy. And we endeavor in our virtuous cause to exist harmoniously with this group, no matter how d@mn slow they are.”

    “Now please, upright creature, some water and a milkbone would be especially decent of you. Oh, and try not to disturb my rest. Thank you.”

    • szcinski

      Sorry for the delay, but that was fun. It was your interpretation that inspired me to try too. I think that good writing does that (…I think…don’t know for sure… ask your mother… ha).