Post by Kegan Fife on Jul 22, 2011 12:40:40 GMT -5
[/color] Kegan said as Roadie dropped the ball in his hand. He patted the dog on its head with his other hand. Alright, ready?[/color]Kegan drew his arm back, and launched the ball down the shore. Roadie took off, running on the wet sand for better traction. Kegan grinned, watching the dog try to catch the ball. While the Greyhound was fast, he wasn't very graceful when it came to acrobatics. Roadie missed the ball, and took off again to catch the rebound.
Kegan pocketed his hands, and moved down the beach closer to his dog. He liked the beach because the sand masked his limp. Actually, he'd always liked the beach and playing with the dogs down in the sand. There were other people around, but they were busy with their own lives; not interested in his. The beach was perfect for Kegan.
Roadie had finally caught the ball, and was racing back to his master. Kegan has rescued the young dog a year ago. He was a retired racer, who hadn't been winning. He would have been put down, if he hadn't found a home. Kegan had always liked animals, and the goofy dog had caught his eye right off.
Good boy,
The dog stared at him, ears perked and tail wagging. Kegan smiled, and launched the ball back down the beach. Roadie took off, kicking up dry sand. Kegan laughed, and slowly followed the dog down the beach.
It was his day off, or at least he had made it his day off. It was summer, who cares? He'd left a note on the door at the school, saying he was out and to call his cell phone if there was an EMERGENCY![/i] Otherwise, stick a band-aide on it and call it a day. Damn kids. They were always worrying and bugging him about the smallest paper cuts. At least he wouldn't have to worry about that today at the beach. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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