When Dad can throw it straight, i can usually catch it. But that's ok. I love that yellow disc. I brought it into the house yesterday morning and somehow it disappeared underneath the woven kitchen table rug. You think i could get it out. Even when i barked. I think the frisbee is suppose to stay outside. When Mom came home from Teaching last night she inquired, "why my frisbee was covered in so much mud?". Hey Mom, it's a toy, not a sparkly object you wear on your finger.
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