“SEE WHAT YOU DID?” he hollered. But I totally ignored him, though angry as fuck, and gently unclipped the leash from Flaco’s collar. Both dogs ran off in glee some twenty and thirty feet up, with Lucky sniffing about while his sister happily sat by the front gate, hoping of course to be allowed inside.
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