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Not at Tanagra

As I am coming home from the morning walk, next-door-but-one's collie cross is sitting at the top of their steps. He rolls a tennis ball down the steps towards me and the lurchers, and then crouches and peers hopefully at us over the step.

Next-door-but-one's dog :
Greetings! I present to you one of my most treasured possessions. Shall we be friends?

Sighthounds : THE ALIEN IS FIRING ON US! RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!

The ball rolls past us and away down the hill.

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timetiger
4th Feb, 2016 14:50 (UTC)
Oh dear. So Mirab, with sails unfurled, then.
bunn
4th Feb, 2016 22:27 (UTC)
Fraid so... And Shaka, when the walls fell.

Poor next-door-but-one-dog!
penichops
7th Feb, 2016 01:52 (UTC)
Hahahahhhhhaaaaaaaaa!
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