For days, she frolicked on a boat ramp in Plymouth, napped in the sun, and waddled into the sea whenever the harbormaster would clap his hands. On the beach, she rolled in the snow, looking like a cannoli coated in powdered sugar, as her silvery fur picked up a dusting of white flakes. (Full article: 598 words)
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