Slice #3

The Race 

Ella stands beside me.  She is still but I see excitement in her eyes.  I kneel and gently attach her leash to her collar.  I open the front door and she bounds out.  She turns her head as if gesturing for me to follow.  I jog after her.  She stops briefly in front of our neighbor's house to smell their yellow flowers and their tree.  I wait a while and then tug softly at her leash.  She follows willingly.  She smells everything on our way around the block.  Tree after tree and flower after flower.  We make our way slowly around until I break into a run and Ella hurries to get in front of me.  We race all the way back to my house.  My Grandma is waiting.  I take Ella's leash off and hurry upstairs.  My windblown hair sticks up.  Ella is my Grandma's Wheaten Terrier but I love taking her on walks.  When I finally am ready for bed my sister walks in. 

"Soph have you seen my..." she pauses for a second and then bursts into laughter.

"What?" I ask

"What happened to your hair?" she asks between giggles

I laugh with her and  fall asleep smiling

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