My companion Lori, who we met in a Scottish highland dance course as soon as we had been nine years of age, keeps a strange interest. She works 100-mile super marathons from inside the hills. Enjoyment. I am aware, crazy, right? Because I’m the sane one, my personal craft would be to train my canine, or perhaps she trains myself, in agility. That’s where my leopard-spotted recovery mutt joyfully works through tunnels and zooms over teeter-totters while I puff to steadfastly keep up. (more…)