As Imogene trots away from her unpleasant encounter she spots a little opening by the window to squeeze through.
As she would like to get as far away as possible from the jackass she just met, she filters her 4 hooves, mane and tail through a small crack in the plaster and finds herself outside the house.
This new part of the world is breezy, warm and most importantly, doesn't smell of puppy anymore. Her nostrils fill with the possibility of finding her best friend out here somewhere among the vastness of the garden or street.
The wonder of it all strikes her so deeply she does not immediately see the hands in front of her face...
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