Originally Posted: September 7, 2008
My parents dropped off their dog at my apartment for the weekend which I didn't think would be much of a problem... other than possibly on Saturday when I was expecting people over for football. Almost immediately after Max (the dog in this story) was left here, I knew I was in no way ready for the responsibility of owning my own dog. Maybe 'ready for the responsibility of' isn't the line I want to use... so... replace that with "unselfish enough to own". I in no way felt like walking, feeding or paying attention to him.Maybe it was because it was the weekend after a long week at work... who knows. That's not the point anyway so moving on.
Having said that, I took Max on a walk Saturday morning... when he woke me up (at 5:45!!!) for what I thought was a 'potty break'... but turned out to be him just wanting to sniff every bush and rock and car within 2 miles of my apartment. Later wanted out again so I took him away from all the people and dog smells and towards the woods behind our apartment complex.
This is the upside: To my amazement, as soon as we walked around the fence in the back... I saw a disc golf 'basket' through some trees. There is an 18 hold frisbee golf course right behind my apartment hidden in the woods. I'm stoked! I've never played but I'm going out monday to buy a disc set; maybe one for my brother as well. Not only did max drive me to finding this, I also have a good place to walk or jog in the evenings after work instead of using the treadmill in the apartment complexes "gym"...
To sum up... I don't want a dog, but it got me off my lazy ass for a weekend and I've found a new sport to be mediocre at.
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