Runners World magazine recently posted this handy guide to the best dog breeds to run with based on your running style.
I think I remember reading this when it was originally published in the magazine in September of 2010 and thinking ….oh, we should get a Viszla.
But it turns out we got a good old fashioned mutt who, if the Doggie DNA test is to be believed (why, yes, I did pay $50 to learn my dog’s ancestry…because I have. to. know. everything.) is part Golden Retriever, part Brittany, and, supposedly, part Rottweiler (though we don’t see Rottie in him at all save for the black coat).
If I could hang my tongue out like this…this is what I would look like at the end of a run, too.
Regardless of what breed(s) of doggie blood course through Samson’s veins, I know he’s got the genes, drive, stamina, and need to run.
He’s just 9 months old and is technically still a puppy, so we never do more than 2 miles (running too far with a puppy can cause long-term damage to their growing bones), but he absolutely loves it.
Sunday morning, Dan & I were dressed to run the 15k and waiting for a friend who was riding with us and Sam was simply obnoxious…jumping on us, biting the sleeves of my sweatshirt (totally out of character for him). He did it again this morning, when I was waiting for a morning running partner, and that’s when I realized — he knows the clothes. That’s why he was so obnoxious on Sunday morning…and this morning. He wants to go, go, go!
I’ve never run with a dog before Sam, though I frequently ran with a friend who ran with her dog, a husky named Nina, who was an awesome runner (and still is). I didn’t really know how to train him to run, so we just started walking and jogging a bit. He picked it up quick and mostly stays on his side.
I never really cared much for dogs. Truth be told, I didn’t really want one, and I sure didn’t want to live with one, but, now, I’m so glad that I lost that war. His penchant for running has endeared him to me.
When he is full grown, I suspect he’s going to be the best running partner I’ve ever had — rain, snow, sleet — he’ll never call off. He’ll never be able to hold up his end of the conversation, but any of my running partners will probably tell you that doesn’t really matter because I never shut up anyway.
While he will never replace my human running partners, it’s sure nice to live with a running buddy who is ready to run any time, any where, any distance, any moment.