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grass, but I kept an eye on Grandma. The dog finally
decided I was harmless and sniffed his way over to
Grandma’s rosebush. I realized why dogs liked it so
much. It was just the right height for them to get a leg
over.

The dog got on the opposite side of the bush from
me and lifted his leg high. At that exact instant,
Grandma jumped out from behind the house, and I
heard three quick pops from the pellet gun. She hit him
right in his soft underside, right where no male of any
species wants to be hit. He let out a sound that was
halfway between a yelp and a gasp and flopped right on
his back, feet in the air, quivering as if he had gone into
convulsions.

I thought to myself, “Oh, my heavens, she’s killed
him,” but it soon became apparent that he only wished
he’d been killed. As Grandma ran yelling toward him,
he suddenly came to life. He scrambled to his feet,
doggedly scampering for the safety of the street.

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