She picks up the squeaky squishy purple ring and comes over. She plops it on my outstretched leg and lays her jaw next to it. Eyes dart between me and the ring. Me and the ring. Me and the ring. Pleeeeeeeeeease. Sure. Why not? And I toss it a few feet away. She goes after it like it's the most amazing thing in the world. Dog.
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