Username:
Softballpup12
Name:
Ginger
Gender:
Female
Favorite game/sport & why:
Fetch. Ginger loves fetch. To her, fetch is an acknowledgement of her presence, entertainment, and more. She She loves the feel of the wind flapping in her ears, the anticipation in searching for the brightly colored ball, and the feel of friendship that warms her heart when she's playing. Her heart racing, her legs stretching, and her eyes searching. That, my friends, is heaven to this viscet.
Ginger nudged her owner holding the blue rubber ball in her mouth and pressing it softly against their hand. They had been playing fetch for an hour, and both she and her human were exhausted. The human sighed, scratching ginger behind her ears.
"I'm done sweetie, I couldn't throw that ball even one more time." Her human cooed, as Ginger pressed her head into her palm. Ginger whimpered, plopping her butt down and tilting her head as she wagged her tail hesitantly. Just one more? She seemed to ask, her eyes wide and shining. Her human just smiled tiredly and amusedly shook her head, before reaching for the ball. Ginger wiggled her whole rear end, her tail whipping back and forth as she dropped the ball into her humans outstretched hand. Her human lobbed it across the park and it disappeared into the sky. Ginger charged acros the large expanse of grass, her heart pounding and ears flying back behind her. She saw the ball drop into a pile of bushes and she ran even faster. She dove head first into the leaves, only to find herself sniffing the ground. The ball had disappeared! Or so she thought. A moment later, she spotted it in the branches and grabbed it in her mouth, dashing back to her owner. Maybe she would throw it one more time.(293/300)