And there was Flaco gazing at me from a distance, radiating so much love in my direction! Yet she didn’t make a single stir to run up to me, as she knows there’s a good reason I can’t bring the pups over. So she just sat there all noble with chest puffed out and brimming with pride, regardless. What good little soldiers those proxy-doxies truly are!
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