He played all afternoon. Running, jumping, chasing leaves, begging for attention. Now look at him. Arón is curled up on my lap, eyes half closed, completely worn out. He's a little tornado when he's awake, but when he finally stops, he becomes the sweetest thing in the world. I guess that's the life of a playful dog: give everything you have, then sleep like there's no tomorrow. And honestly, I envy him a little.
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