That's where my pal Meara comes in.
Which is pretty funny, if you ask me, as she spent most of her early life as a stock guard dog and companion to our horses.
She had a barn to go snuggle in and horse and dog companions to keep her warm. But, mostly she chose to stay outside.
Her best friend was this guy, almost from the day he was born.
These days, she's become an inside dog. I must say she has adapted well. Except for this desire of hers to hunt small animals like lizards, and such.
That hunter instinct is a left over from her days as a guard dog. She wouldn't let anything into the pasture with the horses. At. All.
Coyotes? They were nothing, she took them on when she was just a puppy. Lizards? They became her favorite snack. Snakes? She hates snakes.
She's smart enough to know not to tangle with them. Instead, she just barked at them until one of us went out to kill it, if its a rattler or move it along, if it's not a threat.
But, I digress... we were talking about exercise. These days, she's become a little, eensy-weensy bit soft, and has started to lose her girlish figure. Fortunately for me, she loves going for walks.
She's never happier than when she sees her leash. Which makes it easier for me to get up in the morning and go for a walk. It clears my head and gives me time to ease into my day without the usual hassles.
I need to walk more.
I will leave you with this. She decided she wanted to be a pirate this year for Halloween. (Plus, it's the only doggie costume I have). But, don't let this picture fool you. She loves her costume. It makes her feel crazy and slightly piratical.