There’s really no explanation except that he likes to tire himself out, I guess.
But on this rainy morning, Pippin and I took a short walk to help facilitate his second morning constitutional. We haven’t done our longer 2-mile walk in a couple of days because I’ve been pretty busy. So we settled on about a quarter mile around the block.
Of course, it couldn’t have been more eventful.
First, as I talked with Susan on the phone, Pip jerked the leash out of my hand and dashed away along a natural area near a small park in our neighborhood. He was motoring, too, as a car was coming our way. Pip never left the grass/dirt area for the street and after about 30 yards and a simple “Pippin” call from me he stopped. I caught up with him and stepped on his leash to keep him from bolting again.
I think he was kind of freaked out about not being tethered.
At the point that I caught up with him and regained his leash, he began a frantic search for a proper place to unload. When he finally found the right spot, he unloaded all right. Massively. That is for a 17-pound dog. By the way, I don’t leave the poo. I bag it (biodegradable bags) and drop it into one of the numerous cans around our neighborhood.
We continued our walk and after a brief chat with a neighbor, we made our way home. Once inside and assured of freedom and safety, Pip raced through the house for about 5 minutes, bounding and speeding upstairs and downstairs, darting under the dining room table, over the couches and sliding across the hardwood floors.
I left him on his own, making sure not to get tripped up during this maniacal racing.
As I headed up to the office to start work on a couple of projects, I found him at the top of the stairs in his usual spot by the office door. When I’m working, that’s where he can usually be found.
I guess he just needed to tire himself out.