03/08/2026
New series - more to follow. Honest!
Let Me Tell You About The Time #1:
We had picked up this puppy just 5 days ago, and decided that given his apparent breed, (some kind of high-alert herder), he should join us and roughly 3,000 other people at the Runner's World Running Festival at Steelstacks in Bethlehem. No credible idea of his age, but he was tiny. He couldn't be much more than 3 months. I had a 5k, followed by a 10k, and then around noon was the one mile dog race. My wife, daughter and father were all along for the day's activities. I jumped out the moment we parked to get to the 5k starting line and briefly witnessed the rest of my family struggling to remove Boone out from under our truck where he was hiding (Boone was the name he was given 24hrs before). He must have been so overwhelmed, but by the time my first two races wrapped up, he was settling into the situation. We took a little walk alone before his race to give him a taste of motion through the crowd. He was still pretty timid, but perkier around the other dogs at the start. We took off to all the cheers and barking down the road lined with an enthusiastic audience, who may have given him the incentive to get his little legs running out of terror just as much as anything else. We trailed the pack for a quarter mile to the turn around, and when the frontrunners came streaking straight at us, Boone had seen enough of his first race. I picked him up and cradled him back to the finish, completing a half mile of the one mile dog race, but felt plenty accomplished! Im pretty sure he did too, as i put him down to get a drink out of the official water dish just passed the finish. A photographer was at bowl-level to get a shot of him lapping it up, and low and behold, it made it into the next issue of Runner's World magazine. This may not mean squat to the non-running reader, but to me, he had been christened a running dog for life.