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If only I could write.....

I really do rock.

I am the bestest frisbee player in the world. I know it. My dad knows it. And as of today, everyone at the dogpark knows it. You should have seen that spotted bird dog try to catch me. This other Aussie Shep was there, Bandit, and he chased me around. That was fun. I usually don't like being chased, but a Jack Russell chased me for a while too and I have to admit, that was kind of fun too. OH, and dad, for the first time ever, didn't make me leave the park when a PitBull came. That pit kept chasing my little brother and you could just feel my dad's heart race faster and faster. But Riley, my bratty brother, is fast and that PitBull had problems catching him. And even when he did, he just wanted to smell Riley's mouth. Weird Pitts.

I'm a bit upset that dad didn't wash us when we got home. I know I act like I don't like it, but actually being rubbed all over by my dad in that warm towell is about heaven. I hope he doesn't take us to that groomer who ties bandanas around our neck. Do I look like I need to accessorize?!

Oh crap, my brother's coming. Until next time, JD Frisbee King.