D.O.P.-T.

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The dog and I had a nice walkies. It was sunny and not terribly freezing, so we went all the way around the tennis courts. Some squirrels were out. She chased one black one and that flushed out a grey one, who immediately ran up the next tree, which unfortunately was a sapling about the size of a standing lamp. So it did a double take and ran back down again and zipped behind the big old tree we were standing next to. Whereupon the dog ran me twice around the tree and I thumped my hand on the trunk.