Dango

As I let the dogs in the house after their morning pee, the big white one smiled up at me. Hi! Oh, beautiful goofy girl look at you! I took the shirt I was holding and tickled her face. This sent her into a burst of running from one end of our tiny house to the other. Back and forth. Back and forth. She is fast and the concrete floors are slick and so in order to celebrate and not crash, she must tuck up her big body and sort of crouch down into a weird galloping ball. It is spastic and impressive at once. Thank you Dango Magnolia, what a wonderful way to start my day.