6/13/13 Personal Trainers

 

Mondays and Wednesdays are my Laurel days.  Jamie and Mom go to the gym, which was always something of a mystery to me, until Mom had to go there today for some business, and took me along for the ride.  Now I know a little bit more about this strange and sweaty place.

 

The gym is a huge building with big windows and people going in and out all the time.  Watching the door is almost exercise enough in itself!  The humans are smiling when they go in and smell very interesting when they come out. 

 

Mom and Jamie have a trainer there named Mo, whom they like a whole lot, and he recently went to a far-away place across the world.  This made Mom and Jamie very sad, and Mom very worried, because she said there was “unrest” there.  I don’t know what that means, but I think it’s like Dad’s meetings, and has a lot to do with growling and sniffing.  See, I have noticed that you humans have it backwards:  you growl at each other first, then you sniff.  You should always sniff carefully first, before you growl.  If I may offer some advice, I would say that, personally, I think you humans would be better off as a species if everybody sniffed very carefully, then settled down to relax with a nice chew toy.  But that’s just my opinion.

 

 

Then there is Cooper.  Cooper teaches Jamie and Mom how to beat each other up with the sticks, and other martial arts.  And I have to say, Cooper is more like a cat than any human I have ever met.  He is absolutely silent, and appears behind you when he wasn’t there a minute ago.  I think he might have padded feet!

 

When Mom and Jamie see Mo and Cooper, they come back sweaty and can’t walk up and down the stairs for two days and say, “Oooh” and “Aaah” a lot.  But they keep going back for more.  For the life of me, I don’t understand why they just don’t chase tennis balls in the backyard, or run around with a few good tree branches in their mouths.

 

Jamie says this is the “Summer of Buff” and he and Mom are going to get in shape no matter how bad it hurts.  Believe me, they are both hurting.

 

I think I’ll stick to chasing tennis balls in the yard.  Oooh!  Aaah!

 

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