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soo... the family we are staying with has a dog named scott. He hates me. I mean hate as in he would take a limb if we were left together in the same room for too long. Sometimes I fear for my life when we are forced to pass by him in the morning and return at night. If it weren´t for Megan, I would not be sitting here writing this email. She has become my protector/guardian/human shield while crossing the territorial boundary of Scott´s living space. I hope Scott will eventually warm up to me, but not counting on it. What kind of name is Scott for a dog anyway??
Just another obstacle in yet another crazy adventure!
With love and caution,
Boots
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