In order to maintain the life Otis and Buka have become accustomed to, I have switched jobs and find myself much much busier during the day. My apologies. In addition to this new job, I have picked up a new hobby. Otis and Buka were becoming fat (much like their chubby mother and father) so I have been taking the dogs running. We have been doing 2-3 mile runs about 3 times a week. Otis, being a seasoned city dog, seems fine with trekking along side at whatever pace I decide to set. He stops to pee but that’s understandable. He is, after all, a dog. Buka, on the other hand is not a runner. She is more interested in jumping and hiding behind things, chasing squirrels or leaves, biting her brother or cousins, but not jogging. ..also understandable. She takes after her dad. I run the dogs in a park around the corner. Its not quite dodgy, but I wouldn’t run there without the dogs at night. This park has a few places where I can let the dogs off the leash to run and chase things that move…or don’t move…or their tails. Much to the chagrin of the dogs, on our jogs, they do not get these opportunities. They have to run on the leash right next to me. So 2 weeks ago, buka was dragging behind like usual (she slows down or digs her paws into the ground in protest….Buka is not the “workout” type). I yanked on her collar to move her along, and we were back to our normal pace when I feel something on the back of my shoes, it felt like I was running through branches. I almost fell, caught my balance, then turned to see a smirking Buka aggressively biting the backs of my pants. I think I heard her laugh at me. Needless to say, the run ended there. I let Buka off her leash and she ran around happily. Buka 1, Suzie 0.