Even Cerberus honored me with a quick hello in passing. About two hours into the campout behind my building, a stumpy, middle-aged Mexican fellow barreled ’round the corner with THREE large German shepherds, and with that, the pups rousted themselves from their warm covers and barked like there’s no tomorrow!
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