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bunnAs I am coming home from the morning walk, next-door-but-one's collie cross is sitting at the top of their steps. He rolls a tennis ball down the steps towards me and the lurchers, and then crouches and peers hopefully at us over the step.
Next-door-but-one's dog : Greetings! I present to you one of my most treasured possessions. Shall we be friends?
Sighthounds : THE ALIEN IS FIRING ON US! RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!
The ball rolls past us and away down the hill.
Next-door-but-one's dog : Greetings! I present to you one of my most treasured possessions. Shall we be friends?
Sighthounds : THE ALIEN IS FIRING ON US! RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!
The ball rolls past us and away down the hill.
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Date: 2016-02-04 02:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-02-04 10:27 pm (UTC)Poor next-door-but-one-dog!
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Date: 2016-02-07 01:52 am (UTC)