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Early Saturday morning, my dog Cooper and I went out for our normal jog. I was big into fitness and loved jogging - especially with a large, 130-pound German Shepherd by my side.
Not only was he a good companion, but I never had to worry about being robbed or attacked.
And even though Cooper was 8 years old, he could still run circles around me.
His coat was shiny and black. I always felt good when I jogged with him.
Cooper and I left early, at 5:30am. It was a cool, summer day, so we went along the river trail near our house.
Cooper and I jogged and jogged. He was very happy and energetic.
As we were running, Cooper suddenly stopped and sniffed something near the banks.
"What is it, boy?"
Cooper was interested in something in the bushes. He was sniffing and pawing at it. "C'mon, Coop, let's go," I called to him.
But the big dog kept nosing and sniffing and pawing at whatever it was that had piqued his curiosity.
"Damn it, Coop, come on, boy!" I urged, getting annoyed. I didn't want to be late for work.
I looked up and down the river trail. He almost never stopped like this. He had always been a good running mate.
But no matter how much I tugged and pulled on his leash, he just wouldn't come.
Frustrated, I came over to see what had captured his attention so much.
"A pill?" I wrinkled my nose in disgust. Who knew what kind of drug that was.
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