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| Budding out |
After we'd gone about a mile this morning we came upon a young man and his dog, Bear, who was about a third bigger than Becca, but scared to approach her at first. Becca had her hackles up, and, apparently, Bear couldn't help but notice. Bear was a handsome cuss, part Boxer, part Rotweiler, and part something else. Eventually he worked up his nerve, and he and Becca ran around playing like lunatics for a spell, both panting afterwards as if they'd run a marathon. Bear is not quite two years old. Becca is seven. She's still full of pee and vinegar.
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| Hi Ho let's go |
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| Skirt chaser |
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| Stop telling me to slow down |
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| Don't make me come back there |
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