(By Raini)
The sun is shining. A gentle breeze blows. (whooshhhh…oops…got caught up in the moment…now I’ve embarrassed myself) Mom leaves… ahhh… nice… Wait…. MOM LEAVES!? Okay…okay…calm down Raini… Isabella sits in the strange hanging seat she has, and swings. Just as I wonder where Mom is, the gate opens, and Mom is back! Phew! Wait a minute! She has this amazing treat called a knuckle bone! (Nowadays I can’t eat those…apparently, I worry too much about burying them…) I chew it, and then, though now I’m embarrassed to say it, I leap at it and start Shepherd-Talking to it. Then I look at Isabella. She doesn’t have anything! I look at Mom. Isabella needs something too! Suddenly, I hear music. A truck pulls up. Isabella runs over and returns with a big pink-and-yellow cold thing on a stick. She tells me it’s not good for doggies (Why do humans always talk like that when they’re around cute animals?) and I assume it’s the human version of a knuckle bone. I’m glad we both have treats now!
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