Six Floors of Freedom for a Black-and-White Pittie

A midday stroll and run around the school with my large black-and-white tuxedo pitbull. After navigating the shops where the welding sparks fly, we enter the actual adventure, which consists of six floors of pure joy (two down into the basements and four up).

Over time, she wags her tail and prances like she owns the place. The sound of her joyful fingernails clicking down the deserted stairwells, the way she stops on each landing to see if I'm keeping up, and those large brown eyes staring back at me like "Come on, Dad, one more floor!" are the best ways to start over after a demanding school day.

I'm already counting down the hours until our next lap around our enormous concrete playground when we return to my office and she flops dramatically on the floor while tongue lolling and sporting the proudest pittie grin.