As my hubby-the-firefighter has taught me, the term “Code-9″ in the department is fireman talk for working out. So that’s the term we use in our house. Even Duke the dog is starting to recognize the term. So in between processing and location scouting today, Duke and I “Code-9′d” at Coronado dog beach.
There’s something to be said about warm salty air, sunshine, sand between your toes and your favorite jogging partner bounding out in front of you. That little jog was all it took to get me fully rejuvenated and ready to get back to work. As for Duke, he’s in a post-bath coma, snoring at my feet… *sigh* Such bliss!









by Betsy
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