threatened. Then he looked down with a comical look of pure outrage. Lugs was peeing into his shoe.
He raised his foot to kick the dog but it scampered under Hamish’s desk and lay on his boots.
Blair squelched out.
“Come out of there,” said Hamish to the dog. “Do you know something, Lugs? I’m going to keep you after all.
“Merry Christmas, you lovely wee dog. It’s turned out the best Christmas yet!”
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