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... I thought he was a friendly yard dog that you could trust. ... Stay out of the neighbors’ yards unless needed and stay away from the dog. ... The doghouse was more of a dog shed, which was on one of the out of bounds lines. ... The only bad thing was that if we hit the ball and it went screaming at the doghouse like a high-speed pellet and hit it or the dog it wouldn’t be a very good outcome, so we tried to keep the batting to the other way of the doghouse. ... I pitched one right down the center and my friend hit it off the end of the bat and it went right at the dog. The dog wasn’t thrilled about the ball coming his way at a really high rate of speed, but it didn’t look to irritated. Of course I was the one that got the privilege of going and retrieving the ball form the dog. ...
I approached the dog, which was named Hooch at the time with ease because I didn’t know him very well and he sure didn’t know me because we had never actually got properly introduced. ...
As the dog and I wrestled on the ground my friends ran to the house and got their parents instead of helping me with the dog that was eating me alive.
Approximate Word count = 1012
Approximate Pages = 4
(250 words per page double spaced)
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