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The Dog’s Story
By Emma E.
The dog is panting. She won’t
Stop, the black hair on her back
Is sizzling hot. It’s unbearable. There
Is barely any shade. She whimpers.
I take her back inside with me and
Feel her back. She is cooling down.
We’re going outside again, now
It’s 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. She’s falling
Behind. Finally we’re back.
I stroke her coat. It’s now cool.