Once I step outside my door

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This is what happens every time I step outside my door. The ball gets dropped at my feet. Then she backs off and lays down and waits…..

Sometimes she has to wait forever because I’m not in the mood. But most of the time she gets at least one toss out of me because I find this consistent behavior so darn cute. And really, it’s ball tosses, walks, and food that she lives for. How can I deny her?

The worst part is having to pick up that ultra-dirty ball….

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