Last night I ran down the street with my dog. She had her end of the leash in her mouth, her tail a-waggin. As we ran from our house to the corner, I had a big rediculous smile on my face as I giggled and ran to keep up with her. I used to do that with my childhood dog, and for a few minutes last night I was a kid again. I didn't care what the neighbours thought, I was having a rough day and I just wanted to laugh - at myself - and so I did.