Deep paw-ter
Oct 07, 2021
2 minutes
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There was a sound of paws scuttling across the floor with the brush of a fluffy tail following just behind.
‘Well, she’s got that the wrong way round,’ I giggled as my female Jack Russell, Titch, tried to hump my friend Michele’s male Shih Tzu, Charlie.
‘Doesn’t she just?’
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