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Author: Jules |
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Date Posted: 09:22:20 04/17/04 Sat In reply to: Dallas 's message, "[.like.][.a.][.cowboy.]" on 21:19:40 04/14/04 Wed [Thanks entirely, I didn't make it back when I thought I would because the people didn't have a certain part.. and ugh, long story. But expect me to be on quite a bit more as of now] A gleeful chuckle escaped the vocal cords of Julie at the male's visible anticipation. She heald the leash firmly in her hand but felt an inner glow realizing he probably not need it- the ball heald him firmly in place. As they neared the kennel exit, the door already open, they walked through it's sturdy frame and made a turn left, destination to be just one of the large fields. Dallas was a well behaved dog and.. if he for any reason ended up near the road, there were gates to keep him from sudden death or disaster by vehicle. Unsnapping his leash, sure that they were a safe distance from the now weary females with puppies and other dogs, she took a few steps back. "Ready?" She asked, hand clasping the ball before pitching it into the air. She stood, watching as the yellow-and-green tennis ball flew through the air in an aireborne moment. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |