David waved as Nancy’s car backed out. He worriedly heavy-stepped back to the porch andShe loved her dog. As long as he behaved. tried not to look at Swat, whimpering and pawing the grate. “Sorry, Swat.” David felt saintly for taking into account the dog’s feelings. Swat looked awfully big for the cage, which did not look like a happy place, but more like a prison designed to inflict humiliation and obedience.
She Loved Dogs (part one)
She said that she loved animals, she loved dogs. She talked about her dog all the time. A big sootish one with a giant mouth and loud, deep barks. He was the kind of dog you walked away from, your
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