It amazes me how incredibly vulnerable Atchmon is, and yet he still manages to survive for so long out here. Today I felt confident my leg had fully healed, and he suggested we go for an extended walk to stretch it out. It still felt sore, but at least my worst fears were averted. During the trip he was so slow, that I kept having to stop and wait for him to catch up to me! I don't trot that fast, do I? Then on our way back he wanted to race me from the edge of the field to his home. I was hesitant at first, but once I got going, I left him in the dust! For such a tall creature he can't move very fast. However, I was far more winded than he was in the end. I wonder if there's something to that?