kick the tires

It certainly seemed like the dog loved to race, his tongue lolling from his mouth and a happy glint in his olive colored eyes. She wondered what it was like, to be so passionate and carefree about something as simple as a race. It was like he didn’t have a care in the world besides what they were doing right at that moment, but she didn’t think she’d ever want to be like that. It was no fun to have an empty head.

As they ran, she noticed that the dog was slowing ever so slightly. She glanced over at him curiously before looking forward, bi-colored gaze widening as she realized why. There was a dried up creek bed that they were quickly approaching. It was evident that he had raced in this area quite a few times to know the terrain so well, which was an advantage, but she evened it out with superior height. While he needed to slow down to make it, the girl simply tucked her head and actually sped up, forelegs landing on one side of the bank before launching herself over with hardly a hitch in her step. She hoped they were homefree.