But yesterday, Mom invited her friend Ellen to come over and bring Ozzie to play in the park. Buster was maybe going to come too, but he couldn't make it. I can't wait to see Buster, too. Buster is a German Shepherd, like me, but waaayyyy bigger. Oh, wait. I'm supposed to be talking about Ozzie.
So Mom and me went to the park. We sat and watched kids play basketball. I didn't know why we would do that. I mean, I love to watch kids do almost anything, but I couldn't remember ever sitting with Mom to watch them play basketball. But I was fascinated.
Suddenly, I heard a car drive in behind us. My "Greeting" instincts kicked in and I turned to go greet the newcomers. I KNEW that car. It was my Ozzie's car. Well not really. It really is his mom's car, but he was in it. I just knew it.
I ran to the door to help Ellen (not my Mom, Ellen, but Mom's friend, Ellen) get out of the car. Then I ran to the back 'cuz I knew Ozzie sits in the trunk and he was there! Oh, joy.
He jumped out and we immediately jumped up and down on each other. Mom pulled me away, and said we had to wait till we got to the grass before we could wrestle. So I raced down the path and told Ozzie to follow and I dragged mom towards the grass. I could not wait to play with Ozzie.
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