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when a Helper
Hound is going
to need to jump
in some
cold water.
Speaking of
water. Spritz.
Spritz. Spritz.
Mrs. Tramill
sprayed my hair with
her special “poodle mix
spray” and combed through
my fluff.
“It has been far too long since I’ve seen you,
Louis,” she said. “You haven’t even heard the
latest…”
Mrs. Tramill loved to talk while she trimmed
my hair. She’d catch me up on all the dog
news. She would tell me all about which dogs
failed obedience classes, which got a little too
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