Run, Charlie, run!

This reminded me so much of my CharlieDog. She'd go puppycrazy in the evenings,

and run full bore around the backyard, through the garden, under the deck. 

When she really got going, her body would lower to hover just above the ground

and you couldn't see any of her paws touching.

She flat out FLEW.

Then she'd run right at Teen Queen, stop on a dime with a doggy grin

at her squeals and laughter, and then off she'd go.

So my CharlieDog is running in Heaven.