Someone had a good day.
Dear Diary, Today I went to the dog park. Against my better judgment. Willow immediately took off like she was powered by rocket fuel, caffeine, and pure disrespect. I, on the other paw, chose a measured pace. Some might call it slow. I call it energy management. Did I try to keep up?Yes.Did I succeed?Absolutely not… at first. Willow zoomed. I galloped. She sprinted. I wheezed (briefly). But…








