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The Dogs Story

By Emma E.


The dog is panting.  She wont

Stop, the black hair on her back

Is sizzling hot. Its unbearable.  There

Is barely any shade.  She whimpers.

I take her back inside with me and

Feel her back.  She is cooling down. 


Were going outside again, now

Its cooler.  She walks out on

The grass and runs around.

Later we go in the field around

The pasture.  The grass scratching

My legs as we run.  Shes falling

Behind. Finally were back.

I stroke her coat. Its now cool.