When
all you have to worry about in life is which enjoyable experience you should
have next, it sometimes becomes difficult. I mean do you squeak that new pink
ball? Do you chase Jack for a bit? Have a sleep? The honest truth is, when you aren’t
worrying about where your next meal is coming from, you can allow yourself this
luxury. I often think about the friends I met in the shelter and those greyhounds
that haven’t been so lucky yet. This is when I realise what I love the most, is a
full on sprint. My favourite days are those gusty ones. I don’t know why but
something about the wind whooshing between my legs gets me all giddy. I just
tuck my ears back and let rip. The figure of eight is best because I can really
lean into the corners and get my sprint on.
Squeaky balls and
Jack Russell’s are great but you can’t beat the feeling of running like a
lunatic.
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