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Although it was a hot and sunny day, Caitie-Belle was asking to go outside (here, the word "asking" is defined in the same way that a police officer "asks" for your driver's license after pulling you over), so I put the harness on her. The heat wouldn't have been a problem at our old house, where there were plenty of trees and shade, but at this house the only trees were small ones planted as part of the landscaping. After a few minutes strolling around the yard and chasing grasshoppers, Caitie-Belle walked to the back of our property and lay down in the shade of a tiny evergreen, the only tree there. She closed her eyes and rested, ignoring the sun, the heat, and the fact that someone else was standing there broiling. If she did consider me, she probably thought, "What's his problem? I'm the one wearing fur!" |
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