[The dogs fly around him, and he is spun. A hand goes to a hat, holding onto it, the other keeps firm hand of his umbrella, leaning back onto it to prevent a fall.]
[The entire time, there's a rather large grin on his face]
Well! Quite the dog's life, isn't it?
[Which is when the last dog bumps into him, finally knocking him over. From the ground, with a rolled 'r':]
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[The entire time, there's a rather large grin on his face]
Well! Quite the dog's life, isn't it?
[Which is when the last dog bumps into him, finally knocking him over. From the ground, with a rolled 'r':]
I stand corrected.