On my trail run at Uwharrie yesterday I twice encountered a gentle Shepard named Rambo who wanted to run with me in the worst way. I had to stop in my run several times for Rambo's owner to retrieve his pooch against its basic instincts. I could see in his eyes that Rambo and I were kindred spirits at heart, sharing the same wild passion for unfettered, rampant, explosive, free physical expression. I continued lopping on down the trail with a smile on my face, feeling very validated, knowing that the path I was following was one of magnanimous heart.
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