rest your tail

but don't stop

The trio ascends the driveway at a turtle’s pace. Henrietta’s wag is lost — not an ounce of kangaroo in her movements this morning. Yet, when Loveletterist took the leash off of the hook, Henny assumed her wing-dog position.

“You plaaaaaaa hard — you’re gahhh-na take some lumps — eh Henny girl?” Thalia lets go of the leash and somersaults into the grass.

Nią sighs. They’ve play of their own to take care of. “Henny. Get up! Let’s go!”

Calliope stands on her left leg and raises her right knee toward her chest. She switches legs. Her balance is remarkable… until she tries it with her eyes closed. “I guess… There’s always room for improvement?”

I know you’ve heard it a thousand times before. But it’s true — hard work pays off. If you want to be good, you have to practice, practice, practice. If you don’t love something, then don’t do it.
~Ray Bradbury