[Yep, as soon as he sees that broadcast Duke makes sure he's within a stone's throw of her door, Brownie meandering around on a slack leash. When Allison sneaks out like a tiny fuzzy bandit the dog gives a quiet bark of greeting and ambles over. Who are you, small person? You smell like her friend.]
Hold up there. [Duke puts up his hands in surrender.] Don't hurt us, we're just going for a walk.
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Hold up there. [Duke puts up his hands in surrender.] Don't hurt us, we're just going for a walk.