“Catch!” Bailee called and hucked a pine cone Tuffs way. All he heard was ‘catch’, and it had him swiveling on his heels looking for the object that was headed his way. When the miniature carrot-sized pine cone sailed past his head, Tuff realized why Bailee had sent it. “Yah, see that’s why,” she said. “I was just checking to make sure you’re on the tips of the paws.” Tuff brushed the side of his head where the pinecone was a near miss on its collision course. “Why wouldn’t I be?” he said. “I’m the spitting example of ready, willing,...

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