mud, mud and more mud...any excuse to get dirty!

Bright dry days and as many dogs as I can cram into my jeep makes me a happy woman. I had a great run this morning, hard and ankle not as strong as I'd hoped, but wonderful nonetheless. Diet not great this week and missing my 'raw energy' from the previous week. Think a cleanse is imminent!

The energy of the pack this morning was amazing, even with 3 bitches out of 6, it worked! Males are much easier (did I really just say that?) I have recently found that no longer listening to music whilst running allows me to connect better with the pack and perhaps have better control of them, instead of me being in a parallel universe of melody completely out of context to my surroundings.

Instead, the sound of my own breath, the dogs panting, the percussion of my feet and their paws on the earth is a symphony of its own and perhaps Spirit the conductor. Just in case you're thinking I've been sampling the mushrooms in the forest and chatting to fairies on the way, this is not the case. However, it is truly magical at moments and sometimes feel incredibly lucky to be part of it. I may be DOing, but am certainly BEing in my DOing or DOing less in my DOing which allows me to BE. Confused yet?

4 of the 6... the other 2 decided posing was not on their agenda

my two gorgeous boys Masai(left) and Zulu(right)

Masai: Is that a treat in her hand or she going to blind us again?

Zulu: Just smile and look obedient!

Not sure about all this running!