Runnin' Hard

It's been almost a year since Sage had her knee surgery. This weekend I took her (and, yes, Annie) to a secret ball field (no off leash cops allowed) and hucked tennis balls. Sage ran like a slightly overweight outfielder. But she did great.

So I tried it again last night. This time I brought my tennis racket and practiced my rickety-old serves. After 45 minutes, my rotator cuff was about to fall off, the dogs tongues were dragging, and everyone seemed satisfied.

More importantly, Sage had been running. And when she didn't want to run, she collected balls.

Runnin' hard. It's good.

Murphy's day.