Yesterday was the 12th Annual Strut Your Mutt fundraiser and Owen and I not only walked the entire two-mile course, but we left most of the other entrants in the dust.
Not that we’re competitive or anything.
And it isn’t a race. It’s just a fun walk.
But if it had been a race, we probably would’ve won.
I’m just saying.
Where was I? Oh yes, the race. I mean, walk.
My fears of Owen’s shoulder holding him back were almost completely unfounded. He was so excited and distracted by the other dogs and people, that he forgot he even had a shoulder. And once we started walking, he wanted nothing more than to be at the head of the pack.
Well, you know what they say: if you’re not the lead dog, the view never changes.
Did I mention we were Army proud? I was wearing a Red Friday t-shirt with T’s unit on it and Owen was wearing his “Proud ARMY Dog” shirt.
Yeah, we rule.
There were two flag-bearers leading the walk down the beach. We caught up to the first one before the end of the first mile.
Owen was walking so fast I could barely keep up.
At the end of the first mile, we went down to the water’s edge. The nice shelter people had arranged doggy water stations all along the course, but Owen wanted to drink the salty sea water instead.
It was a nice time. Owen was happy to be outside and around other dogs. I was happy because he was happy. And the best part is, the shelter raised over $60,000 for their animals. This was their most successful event yet!
Thank you so much for helping us to help them. Your donations were much appreciated, as were your wonderfully kind words of encouragement. We thought of you all every step of the way!
Through your generous sponsorships, Owen and I raised a total of $420 for the cause. Because we raised over $100, we were given an AWS Strut Your Mutt t-shirt and a goody bag filled with treats and toys for Owen:
(Owen was a little worn out from his big day.)
Here’s what was in the bag:
The Planet Dog rubber ball smells like mint. I’ve been sniffing it like a cocaine addict since I pulled it out of the bag. Owen likes the squeaky toy.
Overall, Owen is still limping, but he seems to be doing a little better. I expected him to be sore and lame after the walk, but he was in great spirits today and tonight we took another almost 2-mile walk. I don’t know where this road will lead us, but I am still hopeful for a full (surgery-free) recovery for my brown-eared pal.
Thanks again for your heartfelt support. We truly appreciate it!