As I stood, waiting to cross the street, I see this small dog, leaping and frolicking in the air. In my rethinking it, I see the dog, tossing it’s head from side to side, and not running at full-speed, but just flying along at a clip. I had the sense that the dog was enjoying every second of every step. The funniest part was that this dancing dog was on the end of a leash, being held by the master who was peddling along side on his bike.