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Βία awakes to the tap-tap-tap of Freddy’s stick against her cage. The stick continues past, tap-tap-tapping towards Scroggy’s and stops. “roytthen” Freddy open the cage door “out!” Scroggy pushes himself right into the back of the cage, trembling not the … Continue reading →

Vexed, I’m very vexed ThreeLegs considers his state of mind, that place where all thoughts of noshing, eightleggers and sniffing live in a perpetual mush between the earflaps. And thinking about noshing, Threelegs’ belly reminds him he’s missing out on … Continue reading →

One! announces ThreeLegs, eyeballing Βία up and down and all overs before lurching on. Two! he starts along the cages, carefully counting off three…and four… until he reaches number five. He stops, checking the five toes of his one front … Continue reading →

Listen up fellas, it’s all about power and speed sez Shadow, the black German Shepherd PD. Uh-huh mutters Jax, the black and tan other German Shepherd PD. ..and intellectuals Oh-ah Right, coz timing is every– Thought yu said it was … Continue reading →