It's a little wet and miserable this Twenty-Eighth of Bleptember, but what really perturbed this bleppy doggo was somebody she didn't recognise moving a wheelie-bin outside their house. What could they want? Can they be trusted? Might they have ham? πΆ
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At the end of a lead on a wet suburban pavement, a French Bulldog wearing a teal jumper and harness stares into the middle distance, her tongue sticking out.
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