Faster than he looks

One of life's great joys at Far Arden is taking the dogs to the meadow after the work day is done. They know what's coming - Fin and Eric run around picking up Jolly Balls and squeaky toys, respectively, in anticipation of me announcing "want to go to the meadow?" Then they run down to the fence, run back up to see if I really mean it, run down to the fence again and so forth while I'm getting my bike. Normally, once I start riding, Fin takes off and never looks back, but Eric keeps up the "Let's go! Wait - do you really mean it?" pattern all the way down the hill. It's cute, but it makes it tough for the cyclist, and much tougher for Eric if the bike were to run over him.

Today, Eric ran non-stop all the way down the hill. He of the three-inch legs kept up with the Mighty Fin! (like whom you'll not see nothing - apologies to Manfred Mann) He ran all the way into the woods. That's like Fin running from here to Chattanooga!


P.S. If you don't get the Manfred Mann reference, it refers to the classic song "Quinn the Eskimo", written by Bob Dylan, performed by Manfred Mann, and whose most memorable line is "You'll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn".