This is about so much more than exercise. She is absolutely vacuuming up every bit of new information. This is particularly remarkable considering what a mindfuck the beach must be when you’ve spent your whole short life in the Mission trying to eat glass and vomit off the streets. In the evenings her behavior has improved by leaps and bounds and wiggles and play bows. She can walk down the outside stairs. She pulls much less often on leash. And tonight, she walked over to the door to tell me she had to go outside to make poops instead of just pooping in the corner. My favorite part is dreaming about what she might be doing that very moment while I’m bored at work. Oh yes, and looking at these pictures.
As with all of these shots, photos taken by Rachel.