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Two innocent dogs. A chance meeting. A wrestling match destined to happen. Hu-Dad captured the moment it begins.
Roscoe and Typhoon explored opposite corners of the yard, so hadn’t seen each other in at least five, six minutes. As they both returned to the house, they encountered each other coming around the pavilion. They will momentarily delay going inside as the obligatory games erupt.
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