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He was frightened. And cold. And lost and desperate to get home.
His pads were sore. His legs tired and weak. He longed for his
His collar chafed. The rough weeds scratched and jabbed at
Too tired to walk. No place to sleep......
"Come on Buddy! Let's go! Time to eat! It's getting dark and it's
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