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     Marley tilts her head up taking in the fresh air. It feels so nice to be out and about after a day of being cooped up in some annoying desk work and it looks like her Weimaraner, Harold, agrees. He takes one look at her and then lifts his head to smell the air, only to grow restless and search from something else to sniff. He doesnât get very far before his head gently touches the leg of a stranger and Marley quickly snaps her head to look at what heâs doing.  â Harold, leave âem alone. Iâm so sorry. He just likes saying hi to new people.â
âwhat a perfect gentleman, eh?â ulysse chuckled, leaning over to give the pooch a scratch. there was nothing like being out and about with the grit an brawn of animals and creatures, feeling oneâs own hard labor through aches and sweat. though the position of head was cushy, there wasnât a day that passed where he didnât miss feeling something living and breathing beneath his palm. âno need for apologies, i donât mind. iâve had much worse try to crawl on top of me, you know?â
