Oh no. After a knock on the door, I hear that dreaded sound. Bark! Bark! Not this again. I can hear the beast on the other side of the door, scratching and clawing at the door, trying to get at me. Will it be huge, or will it be small? Will it be calm and well trained, or will it jump on me, or even try to bite? I wait in a state of panic for my friend to open the door and let me in, while also allowing their pet dog come out to see me. At last, the door opens and a Chihuahua waddles out. What a relief.
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