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This is Sprite, the male dog staring very intently at his ball. It's a tennis ball, as I am told but it doesn't look like one now. The ball is Sprite's favorite and if you feel like playing a game of fetch with him, just say ball where (bad English though the dog has been trained with this command before I stepped into his life) and he'll search for the ball and bring it to you. Sometimes though, he wants to play ball so he'll get the ball and put it beside you. While waiting for you to throw the ball, suppose you're busy, he'll stare at his ball until it moves or its thrown. At times, he could sit and stare at the ball for a good fifteen minutes till he gets fed up that it's not moving and then bark at it, all hoping that the ball would move.
I must say he's an intelligent dog. Smart enough to listen and respond to certain commands. It took him a long time to accept me when I first when to R's house. I could write a long post about his idiosyncrasies!
Despite being so friendly to me yesterday, today I was bitten by him. That'll be another story for another day.
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