I got up to 23 minutes with Perky Fitness Chick this morning. The good news is that working out on the soft carpet at home seems to be helping my Achilles tendon, which was unhappy from walking on concrete (and who could blame it?)
Hootie seems mystified by the female human's mysterious morning actions in front of the television. I think he realizes he's safe from potential vet trips during this time, but he still found a safe place under a dining room chair, away from assorted knee lifts, kickbacks, and brisk walking in place.
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