Like the wind, he goes

Lecter is a sprinter.

When he was only as big as Dee's palm, we had him run up a gentle slope and down to the other side at 3 am in the morning, scooping him up before he reached the finish line and had him planted back at the starting point again. As he grew, we raced him against college kids, where he would fall a mile behind, but would always finish the race like a true athlete.

Nowadays as sudden bursts of energy grips him from time to time, he would just sprint down a whole length of distance in a matter of seconds, outrunning many his human counterparts, and most amateur inline skaters.

Now he may not be the cutest amongst the superbly well-groomed yelpers in a canine toy breed competition, but I am betting my money where it matters: on him winning the crown (and hearts of the bitches) in a toy breed race.

For Lecter may be bow-legged, but he's an arrow when he runs. All I have to do now is to get him to run in a straight line without wandering off to pee at some tree, and you're looking at the new 100-meters dash toy breed champion.

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Wouldn't the bugger feel gan kor, being carried around like this ?

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