This whole streaking thing is made far, far easier by the fact that I now run with Maisy. She loves to get outside and go. Her tail curls onto her back and her ears flop up and down with each step. If I didn't hear her rustling around with excitement in her crate each morning when she hears the alarm, I would have far less incentive to get up and get the deed done. I am grateful to have such an enthusiastic, if smelly, running partner.
