My paws bounce down the street as I jump and wag my tail at a new smell.
I take a huge sniff and wag my tail with happiness.
I stop and quickly sniff again.
I know that smell so well I can almost taste it.
I bound down the road, freedom running through my fur.
My ears flap in the wind and I shake off the flies in my face.
I leap over a squirrel, almost distracted by its unusual scent.
I run and bark and skid, risking my life, anything for this dog.
I halt and sit. I pant hard and I stare at the black dog perching in front of me.
Its scruffy ears twitch and its almost ginger moustache looks wet.
It tilts its head. That’s Jet alright.
I stare at my human’s legs. I glance up, ready to see her red face from running.
Instead, she grins at me, I pant at her.
My tale wags as fast as lightning. It thumps on the ground making a loud thwacking noise.
I stare at the dog again. It’s face moves and it starts to pant as well.
I start to bound up to some trees and I can see the tiny dog following behind.
We zoom round in circles and I sniff. I sniff again. I can smell another dog.
A labrador this time.