WHO: Matt Clarke and Open
WHAT: Out for a Walk with the Dog
WHEN: 10 am, August 30th
Clarke looked down at Duke who upon feeling his master's gaze upon him also return the look. Shaking his head, Clarke took a swift sip from te bottle of beer he held in his hand. The dog had frustrated him to no end, but inthe end he had given in and allowed the dog his freedom from the confines of the house. It was quiet this morning but no doubt this was due in part to the battle the day before, and everyone sill held their breath over the condition of the Red Ranger from Phoenix.
Matt tried not to tink about it though. Billy was a good kid, he'd make it through. Instead he focused on Duke who had strayed off and was now sniffig at a fallen branch that te grounds crew had yet to collect. The dog loved fetch, and it's fascination with the fallen piece of wood was an indicator to his master that he would settle for nothing less than a round. Not even bothering to put up an arguement, Clarke leaned down and picked up the branch. The older dog instantly becam young as he put all his weight on his back haunches, his tail flailing in the breeze. With a flick of his wrist Matt cased the branch away and like a rocket Duke zipped off after it, a small trail of drool starting go slide away from it's mouth.
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