Sparky ran to get the Frisbee, but the wind caught it and it sailed out over the water. Even the waves didn't slow him down. It was like he was on a mission. We both called out to him but the sound of the waves must have drowned out our voices.
Sparky was swimming like crazy against the waves and not too far out a wave carried the Frisbee back to meet him. He bit down on it and quickly turned back towards shore. This, however, is not the story.
The story begins when we all climb in the car to head home. Let me just say, sitting in a closed space with a wet dog is one thing, but being wet from ocean water is something altogether different. There weren’t enough air fresheners in the world.
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