turn it on and turn it up

She was determined to try and climb higher than she ever had before, but the task was far easier said than done. Her clumsy lack of athletic prowess put her behind the speedy growth and development of other pups her age, but she gave her best every time she tried to challenge herself. There was a certain joy brought to her whenever she was able to prove others wrong.

Sinclair had suggested that she could not get to the top of one towering erratic, so she had spent all morning working her way up to that goal. It was going well, with incremental improvements, and faint scratch marks against the stone surface to show for her work. In particular, there was one ledge that seemed just a bit beyond her reach; Dova knew that if she was able to get up onto it, she would be able to climb all the way up tp the top, or at least higher than she had already managed before.

It was possible that she might spend the rest of the unseasonably chilly afternoon flinging herself at the boulders. The determined look across her face, however, suggested that she was willing to commit to the day-long affair, whittling away the time as she enjoyed the carefree living while it lasted.