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even more the last thing the dog wanted to have happen.
He let out a yelp, I’m sure more from the tender place
the rosebush was attacking him than from the rake.

As the dog tried to peel himself free of the
rosebush and its thorns, his howling and thrashing made
Grandma even angrier. He was able to break free just
as Grandma brought the rake crashing down toward
him. It missed him but caught a branch of the rosebush,
breaking it in two. Grandma cussed and turned to
sideswipe the dog with the rake one more time as he
headed for the sidewalk. But he moved fast, loping
awkwardly as he howled his way down the street.

I was feeling sorry for the dog, but Grandma
wasn’t. She leaned down to look at the damage
inflicted on her beloved plant.

“I can’t believe they let beasts like that loose in
town to run amok in people’s yards,” she growled. “I
think the city dog catcher must be catnapping on the
job.”

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