Bolo From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Me and My Dog By Nancy Lee Davis Remember that it's never too late and you're never too old to get the body you were born to have. ~David Kirsch My daughter is a runner. When she was a baby, she didn't just learn to walk; her first steps sent her running. I ran with her, or rather after her, to guide her past obstacles, but I was never built for running. It was obvious by the time she was eight that she could run circles around me and nearly everyone else. I used to call her my "deer." Not dear, but "deer" — she was that fast. She was on the track team in school and never walked anywhere if she could run there instead. Of course, she was lean and sleek. Even in college, she had time for her morning run. If she was the family Greyhound, I was the family Pug. (Keep reading) |
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