Hey this is Coby. Thought I would jump in here and tell you a bit about my new nemesis:

THE TREADMILL

I like to call it the DREAD-mill.

Ever since Daddy brought that infernal thing into the house, they have taunted me with it. It will come on and I go running. I know that Daddy uses it to run, but why does it have to move SO FAST? If I could scream in terror, I would. When it’s off, it’s harmless enough. I can even rest on it, but turn that lever and FORGET IT!

Well last night, mom and dad were bound and determined that I learn how to run on this horrific machine. Daddy grabbed my leash after Mommy lured me onto the dreadmill. Lo and behold, after getting a few paws going on it, it wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought. Heck, I might even WANT to do this again. I got a good workout. Mom and Dad are pretty smart. I guess they know it’s about to get cold out and I will still need my exercise.