with the undeniable signs of an early spring warming the air, the little dachshund shed his down puffy jacket and happily skipped as he walked, his shadow jauntily bobbing up and down while an invisible trail of tiny poots silently pooted from his hiney with every bouncy bounce of his paws upon the pavement.
hee hee, the little dachshund thought proudly to himself. being so small and ferocious, and so often out of gummy worms, there were few things he thought he could do in this world to help make it a better place. but on pretty days like today, at least he could make it a smellier place. :)
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