Missy whimpered and pulled at her lead as we hid together, crouched behind a tree. I was usually the last person to run and hide but something about the tone of the voices had startled me. I knew better than to doubt my instincts, even if Missy hated being made to wait. I gave Missy another treat, mentally willing her to understand, but she was not to b…
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