o, I decided to finally get serious about my fitness and try a home workout. Yoga mat? Check. YouTube video? Check. Water bottle? Check. Ready to go. But I forgot one important thing… my overly dramatic dog, Rocky.
The moment I dropped to the floor for push-ups, Rocky rushed over like I was under attack. He barked once, then nudged my face, clearly panicking. “Why are you lying down? Are you okay?!” His tail was wagging, but his eyes were full of confusion.
When I moved to sit-ups, things got worse. Every time I sat up, his nose was in my face. Lick, lick, lick. It became a game to him — and an obstacle course for me.
Then came planks. I barely held the position for 10 seconds before Rocky decided to sit on my back like a furry dumbbell. I collapsed, laughing and wheezing, as he proudly wagged his tail, thinking he helped.
During jumping jacks, he barked nonstop, chasing my feet like it was a new game. It wasn’t a workout — it was a comedy show.
By the end, I had burned calories from laughing more than exercising. Rocky flopped down beside me, tongue out, like he did the workout. Honestly, I think he believed we were playing some strange new version of fetch.
Lesson learned: if you’re working out at home with a dog, prepare for interruptions, slobbery kisses, and hilarious misunderstandings. They may not understand what exercise is — but they’ll definitely try to join in.
