Do I look like a runner?

Does this look like the face of a dog that likes to run?

I don't know exactly how this happened, because the truth of the matter is that I never asked for it. But like most things (Wyatt, hypoallergenic kibble, occasional diets), this also has been forced on me. Running.

Two days ago, it was like a hundred degrees out. Okay, I exaggerate a little. But I'm covered with fur, so it felt like it. I was resting comfortably on my perch (the corner of the sectional couch that gets just the right amount of shade and sunlight, ahhhh...), when Dina says "C'mon girl!" Thinking she was going to take me a walk (because the truth is that my walks now consist of her opening the back door and telling me to go pee in the backyard), I jumped up excited. Then she took me to the car. Well, that's okay, too, because sometimes Dina takes me on errands.

But then, we end up at Crissy Field, which I *heart* sooooo much. But we didn't go to the beach. Instead, Dina takes my leash off, then starts running. Freaking out, I ran after her...and after her...and after her...for what felt like an eternity, but she says I'm a drama queen and it was only a 2 mile run. I'm sorry, but when exactly did I announce that I liked to "run"??? Let alone multiple miles???

I seriously need to call in a human trainer. Someone needs to talk to them and set some boundaries. In fact, I just got back from my Saturday jaunt at Crissy and instead of getting to play on the beach like usual, Dina and Joe took me for a 3 mile run.

I am so pissed off I can barely even look at them.