This morning on my run I was found by a couple of puppies. Okay, fifty pound puppies, but they were clearly puppies.

they would sniff and sorta lick at my fingers and tap dance in circles around me (how is it that a dog can run backward just as fast as I can forward? Amazing. Or, I’m slow).

Then they would run off and do doggie things. And then a while later they would find me again, no doubt cluing in on the fact that I was the only thing moving at that hour, and that I was breathing like Darth Vader on speed.