“ Diddy-- I swear to god-- ” you’d think that a hundred-and-eighty-pound weightlifter would be able to tame most any beast, but, alas, fate had different ideas. And damn if her corgi wasn’t so fast despite it’s stupid little legs. He’s run forward and tugged the leash right out of her grasp, once again, bounding over in his little harness to circle the legs of some poor woman, inevitably tangling her up a bit in the process. Emké catches up soon, sighing deeply,
“ I’m sorry, he’s friendly enough to be a real nightmare sometimes. ”
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