So here I was, the happy dog sitter.
I took a break inside, came back out and here is Alani with a three inch wide, deep red smear running down the side of her neck. Seeing that gave my heart a big jump. I ran my hand over her neck to find the source. She was not in any distress. The red stuff on my hand had a familiar smell, but I couldn't identify it. Checked both dog's feet, checked the cement for blood drops. All clear.
I walked the yard still smelling my hand when it hit me. My relief was immense. Yup, she'd been rolling in fallen plums. She didn't even seem to mind getting washed up.
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