Peace. Serenity, elegance. All were simple but meaningful words that Krissy would describe the day at the ocean. The sun was high up in the sky, it was sunny without a cloud in site. The perfect day to take your dog for a walk.
Krissy had gone barefoot in the white sand, only once in a while stepping on a sharp shell fragment or a rock. They were mere seconds of pain, where her bliss seemed to go on forever. She was far enough on the shore though that the water wasn't even coming close to her feet, thank god. For some reason Krissy hated to get wet. Absolutely hated it.
Yet as Krissy was enjoying herself, Sparky had slipped out of his collar and was splashing away in the water. Thankfully he was staying close to shore, the girl would hate for anything to happen to her special dog. But even so, Sparky just kept on going. He was running up and down the coastline, going under water (only to find that he couldn't breathe and come straight up), and well, staying occupied. Cause he knew that Krissy had forgotton his stick. Hmph. What an irresponsible girl!
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