Sweet Spring Breezes

She was fast on his heels, and in no time, she was tapping him again and sprinting past. He, too was feeling the burn that had eased during his nap, and he grinned, calling ahead, “First to the crest wins!”

She was well ahead of him, at a perfect advantage to win, but he figured he still had some power left in him before he’d drop. And he used it, throwing himself forward, white forepaw flashing beside the slate black, tongue lolling between gaped jaws and a toothy grin.

He was gaining, gaining, drawing abreast, putting his full effort into every stride, playful competition glinting in his eyes and floating on the breathless laughter.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think