if i had a dog, we would play in golden gate park.
i'd throw a tennis ball. he'd race after it and return
it to me, all sticky, and drop it at my feet for me to
pitch again. even before the ball left my grip, he'd
be on the run, chasing it down,
barking excitedly.
pitch.
return.
pitch.
return.
pitch.
return.
nap.
at least your dog chases balls...baggins was rock chaser, remember?
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