In the wild and exciting life of Yadi the Dog, he ran his first half marathon a couple of weekends ago. It was muddy. Our shoes and paws sank into the ground passed the ankle. We trudged through.
      The first four miles were rough on Yadidog. He's never had diarreah on a run before, so of course, race day was the day it decided to come. The poo may have been brought on by nerves from running his first race, but other than that, he showed no fear, no mercy.
       Yadi would pull passed the dog ahead of him, touch noses with it and pass the dog like, see ya sucka! He'd then set his sights on the next dog competing with him for first place.
       This would have been a fine way to run the race if not for the diarrhea. We'd sprint to get in front of all the other dogs, then have to stop for poo, while pooing all the other dogs would pass us, then we had to repeat the process. It was exhausting.
       Finally, after about mile four, Yadi had rid his body of nerves and his bowels of substance, and we were able to romp around Chalco Hills like normal runners.