hot dogs

Since the kids have come along, it has not been as easy to get out and go for a walk. This is doubly so since the move to Canada and having to endure the great deluge of rain and the entrapment indoors for a large proportion of that time.
Consequently, Angus and Cobie (our dogs, for those not in the know) have lucked out on their typical daily walk and with Angus getting on in age, he has become....well, is there a delicate way to put it....porky. He has always been a "stocky" little blighter, but stocky would be a kind way to describe him these days. Anyway, summer is just around the corner and we have been taking full advantage of the fine and lengthy days, with many walks around the town; to the park; around the block and elsewhere.
The walks themselves are not what you call brisk by any means - I do have a straggling 2 year old or a stroller to contend with, so Angus and Cobie haven't been challenged all that much in the old fitness department. Until today........
I had an idea to take them to the tennis courts behind our house, lock the gates and throw tennis balls around with them off their lead (which never happens since Cobie tends to do a runner). Well they had a great time of it, we chased them around, teased them with the balls and worked their rather low slung tummies off. They were stuffed by the time we got home, with tongues hung out so long you could have welcomed celebrities on them at the Oscars. We have been home for two hours now and I don't think our little hot dogs have moved. We will most certainly be repeating the drill in the very near future.