Are the dog days over, or have they just begun?

There's a song that's been running through my head lately. It's called Dog Days are Over, and it's by Florence and the Machine. For some reason, it tugs at me in a way I can't really explain. Well, not the whole song, but just a few lines.

Run fast for your mother and fast for your father
Run fast for your children, for your sisters and brothers.
Leave all your love and your loving behind you
Can't carry it with you if you wish to survive.

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses
'Cause here they come

This part sounds so great to me. Especially the part telling me to run fast. Even though it says the dog days are over, it fills me with the sensation of running on the breath that comes long after your lungs lose pace, raggedly gasping for my second wind, then catching it, the scent of prey on the air as all four of my legs churn in the air propelling me forwards. Wild eyed and frothing at the mouth, the lyrics fill me with of the ecstasy of adrenaline, and a runner's high I can rarely achieve due to my asthma. The last time I hit a runner's high that strong, I experienced a shift. By the standards of an experienced therian, it would seem lowkey, but to me it was intense. I was late to school and running to catch up, and as I often do when I run, was picturing myself as a wolf. However, this time, I didn't stop picturing myself as such. Made for a very awkward and distracting math class, full of the urge to chew on things, growl, walk on all fours, and bark. Luckily my chair had a hole in the back so I could negotiate the whole phantom tail situation without pain.
Speaking of which, I've been practicing focusing on projecting my wolf form. It's quite difficult, but a lot of fun.