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A YOUNG pug cocked his right rear leg and squirted on the front flap of our tent with an accuracy and precision rarely mastered by mere man. The pungent liquid dribbled down the tent, which had been so kindly pitched for us by a neighbour in the back garden of my sister's house, high in the hills of Snowdonia.
"It's just his way of making friends with you," said my sister, who has been pounding the Earth for even longer then me, offering pearls of wisdom to anyone who will listen.See the full content of this document
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A Young Pug Cocked His Right Rear
"Gosh," I said, "what a generous expression of friendship - so much less formal than a handshake and so much more sincere than the pale smile frozen into the face of an assistant in one of those A...
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