There he was, at the corner of my street like always.
tall and blond, big glossy brown eyes, hair just as long as i remeber. his strong legs that help him run fast, always happy to see me, he was true perfection.
i ran outside and yelled
"CHRIS!!!!"
I open my arms as he runs towards me. closer and closer until he finally jumps. i catch him and he begins to like my face with his slobery tongue.
"whos a good boy? you are, yes you are!" i exclaimed.
out of all the golden retrivers i know, Chris was the best.
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