Today I let Pickles run over to Skipper's house. She was wearing her collar and leash.
Pickles ran around to the front of Skipper's, and I stood waiting for the two of them to come tearing around the back.
Much to my shock and amazement, here came Skipper with the leash in his mouth pulling a very docile and quite pleased-looking Pickles!
Dog leading dog!
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