Guilt and Dogs

Having a pet is a commitment. However, my guilt was firmly established in a Catholic upbringing.

I feel guilty when I leave my dog at home. It’s pathetic really. When he was a puppy, sure, he needed me. He’s three years old now. Although he is home alone while I work, I am usually home with him the rest of the time.  He goes with me most anywhere I can take him. (My kids have gotten used  to mom bringing the dog.)

In the summer, I bike ride about 70 miles per week. This takes time away from the fur butt — especially if I’m riding on a week night. Buddy would love to be outside with me on a trail.

Hence, my search for a way to take him with me. He can run alongside and loves that but how much do I let him run? So last Christmas I bought a basket. It didn’t work well. It was never secure enough to make him feel relaxed and it through me off balance. A fail. So recently my hair stylist, shows me what they bought for their dog. A BuddyRider. (Is that not Me_w_buddyRiderperfect? A BuddyRider for my dog named Buddy.)

It came last weekend and we tried it out on Sunday. Even though the instructions said it would take three rides for the dog to like it, Buddy was diggin it from the start.

— Namaste

Author: Debra Happe

Debra Happe is a writer and marketing professional based in Des Moines, Iowa. Debra does business, magazine, and freelance copywriting work. Specialties include science-based, environmental, and technological. Connect on LinkedIn for professional inquiries.

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