I love to run. When Mom throws my ball, I run after it. I catch it. Then I run back to her and tell her to throw it again. I get to run more and more. I run until Mom gets tired.
Sometimes when we’re walking down the lane after we get the mail, my leash jumps out of mom’s hands. Then I can run way ahead. And even run all the way back to Mom. It’s fun. But the most fun of all is when I run in the meadow.
The meadow has lots of run to run. First I run all the way down to the end. That’s where the woods are. I used to be afraid of the woods. It’s just a woods so why be afraid? I’m not so much now. That’s because I’m brave. I also made friends with the faeries that live there. They promised to not harm me. They like presents. I leave them shinny things now and then. That makes them happy.
Running makes me happy. After I run all the way to the woods, I run all the way back to where Mom is. I pretend I let her catch up with me. She’s a human and can’t run as fast as me.
Sometimes I run so fast that my feet forget to touch the ground. That’s when the wind picks me up and we run together. That’s fun. The wind is my friend. It tells me secrets sometimes. Wind told me it’s easier if you run with the wind. It’s harder if you run against it.
Wind also told me this secret too. It said that it carries me because I let it. Sometimes it’s scary to not hold on. But when I’m running, I hear Wind whisper to me to let go. So, I do. That’s when my feet lift off the ground and Wind picks me up. And off we go.
It’s so much fun.