Crazy Daisy

After yesterdays musings on the hearbeat of running, I should have just asked the pup.

After work I took the coiled spring that is Daisy Mae out on to the moor for a walk, I walked, she ran, and ran, and jumped up a bit every bug that was near or she imagined was near. Why did she run?, because you can, because she's made too, because it's what dogs do, it's what dogs did before they discovered slippers. It's in the dna coding somewhere.

She's asleep now and her paws are twitching, she's dreaming of running, - I'm a part time amateur.