chasing frisbees . . .
the humidity of his
I have a friend who will absolutely fall in love with this haiku. He has an aging black lab (actually a dark brown lab) that is getting on in years… he is childless and Zoe is as his child. Nowadays it gets shorter and shorter the time with the frisbees…but still… just throwing it each time youth returns to them both.
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