IN SPITE OF HER DISRUPTED SLEEP, Danielle woke up feeling refreshed. Yet she was a bit cramped from being wedged up against the edge of her bed for the past few hours, due to Anja’s bed hogging. When she hopped onto her bedroom floor, Anja quickly followed by leaping off the bed full of spunk and mischief. Danielle grinned wide at her wagging friend. Both girls—human and canine—tore down the hallway at a sprint, turned hard at the wide stairwell and vaulted down the steps as fast as their legs (two and four) could carry them. Halfway down the steps, Danielle grabbed the wrought iron handrail and hopped over it, landing on the entry’s polished floor just before Anja slid wildly into the kitchen next to it.
Peter, his cup of coffee hovering just a few inches from his mouth, had first listened to the ruckus overhead, and then witnessed the unbridled glee of his daughter being chased by their enormous dog. Grinning from ear to ear, he said, “Well, looks like your summer gymnastics class taught you how to dismount properly!” Then, he took a big gulp of coffee.
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