Keeping Up with Fred the Frenchie
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Knackered by a Frenchie
Today’s plan? A light jog with Fred, my trusty French Bulldog. The reality? A full-blown cardio catastrophe.
Don’t be fooled by his squishy face and tiny legs — Fred runs like he’s late for brunch. While I was struggling to breathe and questioning all my life choices, he was trotting along without a care in the world, ears flapping like he was on a catwalk.
Thank goodness for my hands-free dog leash (grab one here). It straps around your waist and lets you pretend you’re in control while your dog drags you through parks, puddles, and possibly another dimension. 10/10 would recommend — if only to keep your arms attached.
By the end, Fred looked fresh as ever. Me? I was a collapsed heap, spiritually broken and physically betrayed by a dog shaped like a loaf of bread.
Moral of the story: Never underestimate a Frenchie. And definitely don’t forget the leash.
