The sun had just done setting and the streets of the town were bathed in a twilight of oranges and purples. Harris and his dog, Barkley, were out on their usual walk, taking their usual route around the area they called home. To Harris, these *ning walks had become a ritual, a way to end the day with the pup. But this *ning was different. It was special. For the first night in two months, Harris and Barkley were about to engage in their favorite pastime: playing six-paw. Harris smiled as he grabbed a ball from the pocket of his jeans and *ped it on the ground. He watched as Barkley eagerly *ed it up between his teeth. The pup then proceeded to run in circles around Harris, n*r letting go of the ball. When Harris finally caught up with Barkley and asked for the ball back, the pup merely ran away with it. This was the start of the game that Harris and Barkley had come to call "six-paw." For the next half hour, Harris and Barkley took turns running around each other, chasing and retrieving the same ball. As the twilight slowly shifted to full darkness, the two enjoyed their game of tag, only coming to a halt when Barkley *ntually *ped the ball and flopped down beside Harris in exhaustion. The two then strolled back home along the dimly lit streets. The wind was calm, and the only sound was the occasional chirping of crickets carrying through the night. There was an undeniable feeling of contentment washing over Harris - a feeling only a man and his pup could understand. Though they were two months apart, their bond remained strong as *r - and each night, not matter how long apart it may have been since their last game, Harris and Barkley would play six-paw. To them, it was a reminder of the feelings of joy and love that could be found in a simple game.