Back for a second time. I sit there silently waiting to see something. I see nothing as I sit there. I wait patiently for the right moment when suddenly, a big dark figure zooms by out of my site. I keep waiting, waiting to see what it could have been. As I look closer, it comes by again, this time at a slower rate than last time. It turns out to be my dog. She gracefully leaps across the yellow patches of grass. the sky is gray and the weather is still chilly. Spring weather is what it's called. As my dog, having dark fur and a bright red collar strides closer and closer to me, I notice something. As she nears my presence, she has an object in her mouth. While wagging her tail, she leaps up onto my porch and drops the object. Blue, white, and purple, a tug rope lays there, waiting to be thrown for a dog to retrieve.