Maybe he really belongs to Richard Simmons....

A couple of months ago the vet told me that my dogs, Dax (French Bulldog) and Roc (Brussels Griffon) were a mite chubby. I used that as justification for buying a treadmill, figuring that all three of us could use it.
The dogs' motivation is twofold: tiny bits of "nuked"-dry hotdog and the harness snugly encircling them keeping them centered on the belt.
Roc's done a wonderful job slimming down - aided in part by his insistence on dashing from backyard to frontyard whenever he goes outside. We can count on Roc to let us know everything that's happening in the entire neighborhood.
Dax, on the other hand, despite diet modification and exercise, is slower to lose the excess avoirdupois. Whenever she goes out she finds a nice, sunny spot and lies down.
So I decided Roc will be excused from treadmill work, at least for the summer.
This morning Dax finished up her workout and I reached for my book, ready for my own. I turned around and there was Roc, sitting dead center of the belt, ready to go. Volunteering to exercise. Now I know for sure he's adopted.

Spinning my wheels

Ever have one of those days when you feel like you're dashing around like crazy and getting absolutely nothing done? I seem to be having that kind of week! It could have something to do with my new addition to the house - a treadmill. That's right. I'm now officially getting nowhere fast.
We'll see how Dax likes it when it's her turn to hop aboard. So far the dogs are entirely indifferent. When they see me head into the workout area of the basement, each one finds his/her favorite spot and takes a nap. Dax's favorite is usually on top of one of the others. The mashed ones don't appreciate it, but Dax is still convinced she's the smallest dog in the house. It's impossible to convince her that what was true when she was nine weeks old is no longer valid. She's the baby, gotta love her!