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Dogs on the Beach

When I walk on the beach holding something in my hand, there's always a crazy (but happy) dog who runs toward me and asks me with his eyes:

Hey, what's that?
Is it a ball?
Is it a treat?
Is it a rock?
Is it for me?
Never mind gotta go bye!

And off he goes. 🤷‍♂️

3/9/25 journal humor

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