Flash and I walk on the treadmill twice a day. We have matching treadmills. Mine is bigger and does more, but his is still a human treadmill. It just doesn’t go up and down like mine. When it’s time to get on the treadmill, I tell Flash we have to go “walkies”. Normally he trots off to the gym with me.
Two days ago, when the day was dark and the wind whistling at 45 miles an hour, I took this on my IPad. (I still haven’t bought a new camera.) You can hear the wind if you listen closely.
Sorry it’s so small – the resolution was really dark so I had to adjust the pixels. Anyway, you’ll note how attuned Flash the Wonder Pooch is to the word “kibble”.