My dolls hid under the bed. Our pocket beagle sat trembling on my lap until she couldn’t stand it any more and then moved under my chair. Poor Snuffer. Our Santa Cruz dog Ching stayed right out there among ’em, and when we were through with our spectabular display, ran down the street to see someone else’s. That dog was made of strong stuff!!!
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