Mushy Post about Mrs. Wigglebottom

Today I took the dog back to the park. We usually do our long walk on Saturday, as was the case this weekend, but it was so beautiful today that I couldn't resist her when she tilted her head and pricked up her ears and looked at me like "What awesome thing are we doing next?" That's what does me in about Mrs. Wigglebottom. She's always game for anything. If you want to sit on the couch and read things that make you cry, she'll cuddle up next to you. If you want to surf the internet, she'll sleep at your feet. If you want to go to the park, she's on her way to the car. She and I were playing in the tall grass and she'd put her front paws out in front of her, her butt in the air, and her tail would stick straight up, waving just a little bit as I looked over at her, a little bit more as I ran at her, and then, just as I got to her, she'd shoot off in a large looping circle around me, leaning in towards me as she slid by, then off to the end of her leash, turning just before it reached taut and coming back my way. If you've never seen a dog running just for the hell of it, you're missing out. Then, she'd flop down in the grass, her tongue hanging out, and she looks up at me, with this big smile and then, rolls in a big pile of poop! Gross for me, but heaven for her. Ah, well. My dog makes me a better person--more active, more at ease, less stressed by a little poop here or there--but I don't know if I've made her a better dog. I'd like to think so.