Center, Skinny, Buddy and Sierra sleep away the rain, ages twelve and thirteen.
Bottom, Lillen, again, down by the lilacs, good smells.
Bottom, Lillen, again, down by the lilacs, good smells.
And the rains came and it rained and it rained.
So, we work it in it and walk in it and sleep in it... the dogs adapt, the humans complain a bit.

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