Caesar's Big Day

This is Caesar Augustus. He's 8 years old, but believes he's still 2. After yesterday, I'm going to bet that he's feeling his age today. Caesar had quite the adventurous day. Yesterday for lunch, I decided to give the fat boy a little exercise. Typically, Caesar's exercise consists of walks after work, but today I decided to take him on a run instead. As is typical, upon hearing the jingling of the leash Caesar began his springing up and down routine in excitement. Oh, if he only knew. Once I wrestled with him enough to get the leash attached, we took off. Caesar was doing his best greyhound chasing the rabbit impersonation, while I pulled back on the reins like I was Wyatt Earp driving a stage coach. This lasted for the first mile which we did in about 7 minutes. Then old man hit a wall. He was cooked. Fat tongue and all, Caesar slowed to a walking pace. I tried to encourage him to keep going, but the run was looking more like a drag now. I tried to encourage him on, but he just kept shooting me side glances that said it all. We made it back to the house completing the two mile loop in 18 minutes. I patted him on the head, gave him some fresh water, and told him that we'd have to improve upon that preformance so rest up. He thankfully watched me put the leash up and head out to finish the run on my own.

That night, I came home to not one but two dogs in my back yard. A neighbor's 6 month old dog, Scout, had dug a hole under our fence and made his way over for a visit. Caesar, seemingly totally recovered from his 2 mile run, chased Scout around the yard, throwing the pine straw from my flower beds everywhere, and humping poor Scout when advantage could be won. It's a show of dominance, nothing more. If you'll recall this post, you'll know why.

Later than night Caesar received visit from another friend's dog. This dog was a bit bigger and not so easily won over. After a couple of hours together, I thought for sure Caesar was done for the night. Not so.

I woke up this morning to find my back gate open and no dog. It was 6:15 in the morning, and I was headed to the gym. This would have to wait. After a few whistles and no dog, I drove around the neighborhood. No luck. This is never a good feeling. I could see Caesar being hauled away by the dog catcher which only results in me having to bail him out for $50. This has happened before. To my surprise, after a few calls, Caesar came lumbering down the street. A big smile on his face like he'd been living it up. I'm sure he had. No doubt cats had been chased, dogs behind fences had been taunted, and yards had been violated. I did a quick search to see if any of my neighbors' trash had been Caesarized, but we were good. I escorted the escapee back behind the fence and double checked the gate. He looked thoroughly pleased with himself after a very eventful 24 hours. Maybe now he'll get some sleep.