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These critters just don't let up. A few minutes ago Samantha was strolling across the living room floor, and I was seated on the couch reading with Mac asleep by my side.
Suddenly Toby, our eight-month-old black-and-tan dachshund puppy, ran out from under a chair and bit Sam on the butt. With a screech of rage she leaped onto the couch and swatted poor Mac right upside the head. Mac let out a howl and scrambled to escape the angry feline, stumbling over Cherokee and getting bitten by him on the way by.
Patty looked up too late to see what happened and said, "What?"
Mac is now cowering under the couch, Sam is occupying his former spot next to me, Cherokee is still looking angrily about for Mac, Toby is asleep on his blanket, and Pussy is watching it all with a big kitty grin on her face.
Critters; ya gotta love 'em.
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