Oh boy, we’re going for a run. It’s early in the morning. That bright light my humans call sun is just coming up over the water—they call that ocean. Palmer and Press are both going with me this morning. This doesn’t happen very often, so I am very excited.
Watch out for that door to the patio. They don’t open it fast enough for me most of the time. Palmer laughs and says I don’t know what slow means. It doesn’t sound like anything I’d be interested in, really.
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