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We know our humans sometimes watch us and try to figure out what game is being played, but we prefer not to answer and keep Hu-Dad wondering.
Yesterday’s rains were starting to move in and a drizzle was falling. The other dogs had retreated to the house, but Roscoe remained outside. Hu-Dad stepped onto the deck to ask if he wanted to join the others but became amused at watching Roscoe do whatever it was he was doing. He was staring at the ground intently, not moving, just watching whatever held his attention. And, then, with little warning, he…
Yes, Roscoe yelled at whatever was on the ground in front of him. A single woo, whether of encouragement or frustration was unclear. And with that single sound, the game was over. The spell was broken. And Roscoe was no longer held enthralled.
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