Send me a word and my muse will reveal a memory that has to do with it.
He yelped when he was tackled to the ground by a newfoundland dog, getting his face slobbered over. He couldn’t help but laugh though, having a big heart for animals. He loved them, and they loved him.
Once the dog finally released him, he wiped his face clean as best as he could, grinning. It was amazing to have animals that loved him like this, and he was very happy as he pet the dog, which borfed at him. He couldn’t help but chuckle at that, smiling.
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