"When a dog named Dutch hears the gardener going down the stairs each morning, he anticipates her every move. But most of all, he waits for the beautiful words, 'Okay, Dutch. Let's go outside.' It's a bright summer day. Dutch stands back from the dark, dusty toolshed, but the rest of the day is blissful -- rolling in the dewy grass, waiting for a scratch behind his ears, napping on the gardener's boots at midday and playing in the hose."--
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"When a dog named Dutch hears the gardener going down the stairs each morning, he anticipates her every move. But most of all, he waits for the beautiful words, 'Okay, Dutch. Let's go outside.' It's a bright summer day. Dutch stands back from the dark, dusty toolshed, but the rest of the day is blissful -- rolling in the dewy grass, waiting for a scratch behind his ears, napping on the gardener's boots at midday and playing in the hose."--
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