Unleash Your Love of Running
er toenails click-clack on the kitchen floor, sounding like a writer slaving away feverishly at a typewriter. She snorts in excitement. Her tail thumps against the wall until I guide her to the middle of the room. That tail has already put a few holes in the wall, and we don’t need another one. All I have to do is reach for her leash and Little Debbie immediately
