Farley here.
I love a good cold front, but Jasper stole my stick. I want to run with it and he wants to pull at it. We both have lots of energy because it’s cold. So not cold really, but only seventy degrees instead of eighty.
“Let go!” I bark.
“No way, dude,” Jasper barks back.
I get my teeth deep in the wood and pull hard.
“Yikes,” Jasper barks. “Where’d you go?”
I run behind a tree, dart to the side and behind a another tree, but whoa . . .
There he is, waiting to take my stick again.
“No. No. No,” I bark, but he gets it and takes off.
The chase is on. Gotta love this cold weather.
Woof Woof.
Creative Story Editors 
You are so energetic, Farley!
And a seventy degree cold front sounds just lovely from here in chilly Illinois. 🙂
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Woof woof. Always happy to hear from you. It is hot again, and I think I hear Kristina getting out the grooming clippers. I better make a run for it.
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Dear Farley,
It’s not fun when someone takes your stick and doesn’t give it back. But playing a little give and take is not bad. Enjoy being your sweet dogself in warm or cold weather.
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Thanks Joan. I love to get your positive thoughts. Woof Woof.
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You’re very welcome. I like to hear your happy barks, too.
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Quincy, a 12 yr old Australian Shephard, would like to join in the steal-a-stick game, but remains in FL Arf Arf.
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Woof woof. More dogs, more fun!
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