March 5 2015
Gloom, despair, and agony on me
Deep dark depression, excessive misery
If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all
Gloom, despair, and agony on me
Oh, just look at that pathetic face up top, buried in my jacket.
One amazing endurance season in the books with 4 completions at age 14, after coming back from obesity and some really bad feet. Followed by another even more amazing endurance season with 6 completions at age 15. Followed by the winter off.
Dudley thought he had retired a champion, never having to face the rigors and sacrifices (i.e., dieting and exercise) of getting into condition to do 50 mile rides, ever again.
Dudley's fantastic efforts earned him a jacket last season from our local riding club, SWITnDR!!
But alas, I got back from a winter down south, and put The Dude back to work.
Ooooooooooh, that howling and moaning is not the coyotes singing in the hills at the moon. It is moaning and groaning Dudley, with the gloom and agony of getting back to work.
Encouraging him to get started on the trail in the mornings is like moving through molasses. In January. Back East.
Oooooooooooh, he really knows how to work the long sad face.
(But seriously, he's pretty darn proud of himself after he's completed a good workout. The Dude is still fit, ripped, and NOT FAT anymore!)
chin resting on hitching rail, sooooooooooo tired!
Poor baby. He needs a hug, a carrot, a fine big meal, and endless sympathy. On the other hand, considering the pictures you've posted of him out on the trail having a grand old time, I somehow suspect most of this emotional pleas is sheer theatrics...just so he gets sympathy, a carrot...etc. *lol*
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