(I’ll give a doggie bone to whoever can place where that quote comes from.)
Yes, I am fast. Faster than fast. Faster than my mom. Faster than my dad. Even faster than Melanie. I am fast. Often, I am even faster that the camera. You have to be fast with the shutter finger to catch me. And whether I’m coming, or going, I’m fast. Too fast for the camera.
I was even faster than the person, whom you can barely see way in the background .
I run so fast that I even break the sound barrier. I know this because I run, and I run, and I don’t hear when my people call my name. Therefore I must be running faster than the speed of sound.
And now, I need to stop writing and post this to the blog, then go outside. The rain has stopped and it looks like a good morning for running!