The Healing Hound
The moment her paws hit the dirt trail she loses any semblance of self-control. She can no longer contain all eighteen pounds of herself. Sticking obediently by my side is no longer an option—her entire being is vibrating to the rhythmic drumming of primitive canine joy, and she must run! Good god(dess), this good girl is moving so fast she is practically levitating above the earth, ready to ascend into the heavens, angel that she is, I am mesmerized by her spirit, still a pup at the core even now at thirteen years old.
