To be running fast and free is absolutely the greatest feeling of all, don't you think?
A stretch of open ground lies ahead. The click of your lead being released is as a starting gun to Usain Bolt. Instantly you break into a vigorous, joyful sprint and, better than any Olympic gold, your prize is to be young, bursting with animal energy, unrestrained.
It's not about the chase (that is a different pleasure).
It's about the feel of the wind lifting your ears as your paws pass swift and light over the soft grass, limbs at full stretch, powered by your finely muscled haunches.
And your owner smiles in pure delight, all troubles set aside, bewitched as ever by your lithe and graceful movement.