“Bark”: Soon it will be dark; you may engage your inanition later.

“Ruff”: No, no, no. The sand is quite soft. Come. I can bury my new, auxetic chew-bone or I can bury you.

“Arf”: Arf not you going to come join me in my forte of play?

“Bow-wow”: This dog is done with you, beach bum. Let the setting sun light your phlogiston so that we may give the day’s tail a wag-worthy tale—right now! ; )

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