Angus loves running! It’s like he can just sense when I’m even thinking about going. He starts doing the “Sitting with ears slicked back, being ‘good’” thing, and he starts whining. He whines himself nearly sick. Now that daylight savings ended, our runs are relatively later in the morning, and the squirrels are out everywhere. Everywhere. And Angus, he must kick it into 4-wheel drive and chase them, pulling me all over, onto the curb, down the street and up the hills (that part, I don’t mind.) My left arm is getting quite a bonus workout from holding and yanking him back.