The magic stick

It whisks by my face like a rocket ship. Transfixed, I chase the magic stick into the surf. I retrieve it again and again. Β My tail wags without permission. I can’t help myself, it’s in my DNA. I must, I must, fetch!

Beautiful dog, fetch, fun, beach

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