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When walking his highness the other day, the little devil dashed right under the cedar tree.
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He’s in there, on the left with his leash twisted around the trunk. The reason for his mad dash?
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Her. That pesky momma red squirrel, chattering loudly, scrambling up and down and driving poor Dudley nuts.
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The walk was forgotten and we spent his entire allotted outdoor time staring straight up.
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She’s such a tease.
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