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There's a Tree in the Car, Momma
My sister, who works at a clothing consignment shop, needed some tree branches for a display, so we drove around the neighborhood and took some cut branches from the street and popped them in my car. The largest branch, however, didn't fit in my trunk, but in the backseat, where the dog had to be. He spent most of the short ride, sniffing and nipping at his backseat partner. He probably thought we were bringing him a new toy.
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