He wanted to play so his human threw the stick.
My heart sunk into my stomach.
He wanted to please..
This is not going well.
He's gone under the thundering breaking waves. The same waves that have prevented all boats from going out. The same waves that have kept the fishermen at home. The same waves that have brought the curious to see this pounding surf.
My heart remains in my stomach
He's struggling.
But the ocean has given him back to us.
One very wet and tired dog with one very excellent stick.
My heart has returned to the place where it usually resides....
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