Timber, trotting happily beside the bike, glances up at me. He is giving me a look I know well, a look that says, “I want to run!” In response, I start to pedal faster and say, “Let’s go!” As we approach a long, flat section of the bike path, Timber increases his stride, his long legs stretching into a graceful lope. His face breaks out into an enormous smile: an expression of complete pleasure. A grin starts to curl up on my face as well; seeing Timber so full of joy, I can only feel that way myself.
Timber, trotting happily beside the bike, glances up at me. He is giving me a look I know well, a look that says, “I want to run!” In response, I start to pedal faster and say, “Let’s go!” As we approach a long, flat section of the bike path, Timber increases his stride, his long legs stretching into a graceful lope. His face breaks out into an enormous smile: an expression of complete pleasure. A grin starts to curl up on my face as well; seeing Timber so full of joy, I can only feel that way myself.