My Dog Ate My Body Glide

My Dog Ate My Body Glide

Dogs make wonderful running buddies. I started running with Charlie, our puggle, in 2013, when I finally ventured outside after years of early morning treadmill running. When we adopted Ollie, our Lab-heeler mix, we quickly began to train him how to run with us on a leash. 

Now, a majority of our runs are done with dogs. Ollie runs about 18-25 miles per week, while Charlie does best at 8-10 miles per week. Overall, Ryan and I both enjoy running with our dogs. However, running with dogs can include some frustrating, messy, and downright comical moments. 

My Dog Ate My Body Glide

My dog ate my Body Glide.

Last year, the kind people at Body Glide sent me a supply of various anti-chafing balms and creams. I only use Body Glide on very rainy long runs or races as a precaution, so we still have a good amount on hand. Ollie apparently heard me talking to some of my athletes about using anti-chafing cream and decided to try some himself. One Sunday evening, we found Ollie sitting in the bedroom, shredding a bottle of Body Glide cream into little pieces. Thankfully, he didn’t ingest any of the cream (we still called Poison Control just to be extra safe).

My Dog Ate My Body Glide

Dropping a squat, eating grass, and other sudden stops. 

Dogs don’t have to worry about pausing a Garmin, so they stop abruptly and without notice often on runs. We run with our dogs on waist leashes, so their sudden stops can jolt us out of the groove of a steady pace. Charlie has thrown on the brakes so quickly to do number 2 that I nearly tripped over to him (which would have resulted in falling into a bog). Both dogs have made urgent stops to eat grass, which must be the equivalent of GU for dogs. Charlie has the strange habit of lying down on the ground when he sees another dog, and so he has dropped down the moment he sees another dog in the middle of a run. 

Rest day crazies. 

Like many of us, Ollie needs to run. It’s not just a fun way for him to stay in shape, as it is for Charlie. It’s necessary for sanity. As those of you with hunting or herding breeds can relate, Ollie will become destructive if he doesn’t get to run. In addition to the above example of the Body Glide, Ollie will steal toilet paper from the bathroom and shred it into tiny pieces if he hasn’t run in a few days. 

My Dog Ate My Body Glide

Ollie has also cried so loud we could hear him from outside on the days we run without him. The only thing that quiets him is a bottle of Febreze, set outside his crate because he’s afraid of the Febreze bottle. We don’t spray him with it, obviously, but for some reason he does not like that bottle (and it’s only Febreze bottles, not spray bottles in general). When you live in an apartment and run before most people wake up, you need to calm your pet’s running FOMO! 

Wildlife fartleks.

I love fartlek runs as a fun variation on speedwork. The dogs love fartleks as a way to exercise their primal instincts. We see rabbits, weasels, squirrels, ducks, and even moles on our normal routes – and each time one crosses our path, whoever is leashed to the dog has to brace against a surge as either Charlie or Ollie pulls in pursuit of the poor woodland creature. We once attempted to let Ollie run alongside us on an uncrowded trail, but he was quickly leashed after he attempted to chase a squirrel up a tree. 

My Dog Ate My Body Glide

But for each of these crazy moments, there’s that instant on a run when you look down and see a look of pure joy on a dog’s face on a run. They remind us that running is about more than finish times – it’s about the joy of movement, fresh air, and companionship. Even when Charlie stops for the fifth potty break on a run, I love running with our dogs.

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What stories do you have from running with your dogs, or from your dogs in general?


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5 Responses

  1. This is so cute! We have decided that Ridley doesn’t really care for running, so we are letting her do her own thing and just taking her for walks and then running with other dogs. Ridley has, however, eaten two of my Feetures socks. That was NOT okay….

  2. Haha! You had me the title. My dog does the weirdest things. She loves to sniff my running clothes after I run. The grosser the better. Cocoa wouldn’t be a good running dog tho, she’s loves to sprint ahead. Maybe fartleks would be more her thing?

    Very cute post.

  3. I love dogs, just like I love all animals but I don’t like owning them. They are SOOOOOOO much work. And you can’t reason with them. They’re almost like toddlers that never get out of the toddler stage! Kudos to all the dog people!!!

  4. Thankfully Bandit can do a pretty good imitation of a couch potato, and he’s a senior to boot, so while I definitely notice he’s calmer after a run, he doesn’t really seem to mind it when I run without him (especially when it’s rainy).

    He also seems to think every.single.walk break (and I do run/walk, so there’s a lot of them), is a potty opportunity. So much so I have to pause my Garmin while I wait for him to lift a leg.

    And while it’s pretty amazing that this dog who basically was rarely walked before we adopted him a year ago walks halfway decently on leash, he does have the bad habit of crossing in front of me when he sees something that interests him (damn near took me down the other day & he’s a little dog!).

    He’s not usually very destructive, but one day I noticed all this stuffing in his crate. I thought he had pawed it out of the crate pad. Somewhere along the way he’d managed to find a catnip sock, ate a hole in one end, and proceeded to take all the stuffing out. His poop ain’t great on the best of days, but oddly enough he didn’t seem to suffer any consequences.

    You gotta laugh at them when you’re not crying!

  5. Oh yes, that all sounds familiar! Kara is old enough that she no longer gets destructive without exercise; now she just follows us around with her expectant Border Collie stare until someone relents and takes her somewhere.

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