
I let Mad Dog off leash at the trailhead and she left my side in a flash. She's a runner and a sprinter and the love for both she readily demonstrates. She made quick work of releasing the pent up energy of a week's indoor confinement . She tore down the trail, leaped off to chase birds, and whatever mysterious doggy motivating smells her nose picked up. The squish-squish-squish of my feet along the soggy trail played the base notes to accompany the staccato of her highspeed run-bys. Spray, splatter, wind, squish. As the rain began and steadily picked up, Mad Dog ran happy patterns around me and my steady yet increasingly soggy run. We were in heaven.
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