This is my family's dog Kylie. She's pretty much wonderful in every way.
Except when I'm trying to work out...
As soon as she sees me in workout attire, she gets so excited it's ridiculous and knows that the likelihood of a W-A-L-K is significantly higher. She'll swat at my legs until I give in. Or, if I opt to do something like, ohhhhhh - I don't know... Stretch, or do pilates, or something, she's instantly all up in your space and ready for a cuddle. "Yes, Kylie, doing these pilates moves on my side just happens to be the ideal position for you to spoon with me, but this isn't working out so well..." On the elliptical? She'll sit there, stare at me, and occasionally swat my foot as it goes by.
This time? Well, there you have it.
Except when I'm trying to work out...
As soon as she sees me in workout attire, she gets so excited it's ridiculous and knows that the likelihood of a W-A-L-K is significantly higher. She'll swat at my legs until I give in. Or, if I opt to do something like, ohhhhhh - I don't know... Stretch, or do pilates, or something, she's instantly all up in your space and ready for a cuddle. "Yes, Kylie, doing these pilates moves on my side just happens to be the ideal position for you to spoon with me, but this isn't working out so well..." On the elliptical? She'll sit there, stare at me, and occasionally swat my foot as it goes by.
This time? Well, there you have it.
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