RIF's "I Love Animals" Writing Contest

Honorable Mention:
Elise V.
Age 8
Duluth, MN

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My hand is touching the softest and smoothest thing ever. Striking though golden beauty. It is my dogs fur. It is my dog. Golden hair, black wet nose, and a tail that sways in the wind. It is not the beauty I love. It is how she loves me. One little lick and it's the warmest thing ever. "Fetch!" I yell. She runs like the wind with her mind on the ball, tail swaying, and hair blowing back with great force. She runs back so fast that I cannot see her. We go inside to get a treat. I feed her one. While she chews, I look at her eyes, brown like a maple valley. Again, I pet her. She is Rosie. A Golden Retriever. My Golden Retriever named Rosie. 

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