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Skippy ran as fast as she could through the tall grass in the field behind her house. She loved the feeling of the wind against her face and the freedom she felt when she could just break free and make her muscles work until they burned. She could see home in the distance, so streaked toward it, running faster and faster the closer she got. Abruptly the tall fieldgrass became the short, close cut lawn of home, and she slowed, panting for breath as her heart beat so hard inside her chest, she could hear it in her ears.
She wandered to the old apple tree and flopped to the ground beneath it, fully in the shade of the giant. She stretched slowly, her muscles still tingling from the free, frantic running, and laid down in the grass, the cool breeze ruffling her golden locks gently. She sighed deeply and closed her eyes, sniffing the clean, crisp summer air and enjoying the feeling of her home.
Just as she began to drift to sleep, she heard a car door slam shut, and her head popped up. "Jake is home!" she thought as she sprang to her feet. In mere seconds, she was in a sprint again, dashing through the backyard, around the clothesline, past the small garden, and around the east side of the house. As soon as she turned the second corner, she saw him. He had walked from his car to the mailbox, but was already strolling back up the driveway toward the house, humming soflty as he flipped through the bills and junk mail from that day's delivery.
He looked up and when his eyes met hers, his mouth stretched wide into a smile, which only made her run faster, harder, to him. "Come 'ere girl! That's it!" Jake chimed as Skippy leaped up on her hind legs, her front paws panted squarely on his broad chest. He chuckled as he scratched her behind the ears, patting her side with his other hand. "That's my good girl," he cooed to her. "Yes, that's my love."
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