Hen-ree, Hen-ree Mayumi pleads as Henry raises both front paws to begin some solid hammering dead center of Tuffy’s snout holes. Her voice puts him off balance and he lands down with a stumble. More than enough time for Tuffy to scrabble away.
Wot? he growls down at her.
Fearlessly she walks right up and bumps snoutz with him.
It don’t matter, Hen-ree. Really it don’t…
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