White Dog was too tired after a five-hour shift at Steve's fully-staffed office to be furious at Max. He and Rob had played with Weasel, one of White Dog's favorite toys, and had in their tugging, ripped open its stomach. They also dragged it through the mud. Fortunately, Weasel was mended and cleaned up as good as new at Sue's Toys Hospital. Even that warranted only cursory attention and a polite Thank You. In her exhausted state, White Dog could not keep her eyes open to hawk my every stitch nor did she have the energy to shake and paw Weasel to test the durability of my repair.
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