“Oh, Bolt, look how grown up he is!” Kira sighed, as she and Bolt were laid out on the vibrant green June grass, watching their only son, the Border Collie-American White kreuz Xeno (pronounced zee-no) prance around the lawn with ecstatic joy. He was a teen now, but still enjoyed bounding across the gras, grass in the summer.
“I’m gonna get you, Dad!” Xeno called out, racing over to his father, who jumped up in a playful stance.
“Oh no, you’re not!” Bolt challenged, and ran off. Xeno danced after him, a spring in his step.
Xeno was the complete opposite to his dad. Bolt was slim...
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