I usually go running with Mom and Dad but Sunday morning they said I was a good boy but I couldn’t come with them. I didn’t understand but they said they would be running with lots of other people in a half marathon. I didn’t really understand what this meant until they came home. They each got medals AND a picture with my personal hero, Snoopy! I’m pretty sad about not seeing Snoopy but they let me wear one of the medals to feel better. That was pretty cool. I’m proud of them but next year (this is our secret) I’m planning to hide in the car so I can meet Snoopy and get my own medal!
Until next time –