SIT

Oh that's right, you are already.


Poor Harry got bitten by some bloody stupid dog on the hind quarters within the first 7 minutes of our walk. He spent the rest of the hour and twenty minutes with his head down and a tear building in the corner of his eye. He was miserable.

A cold square sausage from the cafe owner perked him up in the end.

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