White Dog loves visiting the Nature Center. She stalks dragonflies through the tall grass, always pouncing a moment too late. On the end of the leash Steve is dragged as she races across the open land.
White Dog returns to me panting and thirsty. We sit in the cottonwood's shade where we drink, eat snacks, and daydream. Steve straps on his camelback, puts on his gloves, and pedals out of sight.
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