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There's a storm in my teacup!

Well, in my dollar store mug.

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And subsequently, as I take Mr. Dog out...
Ickle Cute Thing
As I walked Mr Harry Smalldawg Esquire, some teenage oiks in their rusting box of vehicular transport decided to show how much they didn't like random strangers by sticking their pre-pubescent little pug-faces from their carriage of delight, and then putting various fingers up at me as they passed me, all of these various fingers and expressions indicating a slightly aggressive stance that they didn't like me.

I have no idea who these people were, but seeing they were kind enough to notice me, I waved cheerily to them all the way down the road as they disappeared over a hill and away.

I don't think they'd expected that, ahoho!

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