Scott congratulates the dog quietly in the kitchen for killing a black fly. I look up from the book on my lap to eavesdrop. It's quite sweet really. Like a father and daughter hunting together.
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I love this too, hilarious! We do the same thing with the cats. They've bagged all kinds of game, from spiders and flies to ants and dust-bunnies.
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