Two weeks ago I adopted a six-month-old lab and Australian Shepherd mix who I have named Ziggy, and, aside from becoming my obsession, he has probably encouraged me to exercise more than any personal trainer ever could. When I get home from class he's always there, tail wagging and ready to go for a walk. How can I say no?
We've started running together too, and, on a good day, we probably get out of the apartment for almost an hour and a half collectively. I don't want to make it seem like it's all wonderful; he is a puppy, and even though he's cute enough to make me forgive anything, I do end up chasing him around to pull things out of his mouth (my alarm clock cord most recently) and to clean up his messes. This too adds to my increased physical activity.
I came across an article yesterday that details all the good things pets can do for your health, including: providing unconditional love, reducing blood pressure and improving your mood. Maybe adopting Ziggy is one of the best things I've done for my health these days. I do believe my stress levels have decreased pretty dramatically; at the end of the day, no matter what happened, when I pet Ziggy at night, he still looks at me like I'm the most important person in the world.
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