Who is in training?

My "owners"... honestly, who owns who here?... are trying to get me into running.  Like, who doesn't run?  It's the in thing, I suppose.  When you're svelte like me, it's kind of natural.  I mean, it's not like I'm Pearl, shorter, stockier, ok, maybe even tougher.  But, I've got the long legs for it, such grace.

Elle, who is my female "owner."  Blech, I can't get used to that term.  I'm still waiting on the shelter workers to come looking for me, but no one seems to be knocking down the door Swat-team-style to pull me out.  Sigh.

Anyway... Elle took me out yesterday on a spin around the neighborhood.  She and my other owner, Abe, seem to be surprised that I actually learn things, like stopping at corners and sitting.  Honestly, it's not rocket science.  You do it once, you do it again.  It's routine; however, Elle and Abe seem to think it's this amazing feat.  Well, I guess I'll continue to let them entertain themselves when I do it.  They seem to get pretty excited, and there's nothing wrong with making people happy I guess.

This morning, Abe took me on a two mile run.  The poor guy was winded.  Man, what have I gotten myself into.  I can hope Swat will break the door down.  We'll see.

On another note, Pearl and I played with the molecule ball.  It's old hat for her, but it was pretty exciting for me.

P.S. I barked this afternoon.  Scared the BLEEP outta them.  Hehe.