Terrier's Inn
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To feel the wind in our ears, to chase what needs to be chased, to bark our fool heads off if we want to. To run with the big dogs. To eat the finest table scraps, to sleep on the big bed, to have a warm spot by the stove always waiting.
Arf!
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