The dog follows me to the door and starts to have a go at Crow when he steps inside. “What sort of dog is that?” he tilts his head to the side to examine her. “Is there something wrong with its wee legs?” “Conor thinks it’s a Corgi,” I tell him. “Google said their legs are supposed to be wee. I looked it up.”
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