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One weekend. One lousy weekend. We take off for a vacation, come home, and all sorts of unsavory characters have moved in. Well, maybe savory, but we did not get to taste.
Natasha focused in for a closer look.
And the prey quaked in its paws, trembled at the awesomeness before it, questioned the mere ferocity of the beast staring it down. And, most importantly, kept eating its dinner right outside the fence line.
Yep, that’s right. It is eating a salad right outside our fence. No self respecting dog would do that, even if your name is Brice and you hoped a “Q from TH” would not see your admission of liking a salad.
After a feast, it was so full it just sat outside the fence line for a while and enjoyed the floor show of swirling Herd. Some nerve.
Tomorrow, Natasha promises to redeem herself. She caught a mighty foe of Sola of Life with Dogs. So stay tuned.
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