Are you going to be the dog or the person massaging?
Write from their perspective or point of view
I arrived home from a long day at school. I dropped my bag and whistled, waiting for my fluffy companion to come running, which he did. His golden fur bounced as he ran, bumping into a few obstacles along the way.
He greeted me with a bark and pounced onto me knocking me over. I laughed it off and rubbed his face, running my fingers along his soft plushy cheeks and onto his ears. His fur felt like a cloud and I enjoyed massaging it as much as he did. His adorable face fell into a state of relaxation, his eyes slowly closing while his tongue rolled out of his opened mouth.
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