We took Rome out for the morning, but found ourselves the victims of highly offensive encounters where people had the audacity to call Rome a dog. Or worse yet, a wolf. We all know that Rome has been a cat since the day Damma bought her. Her volatile reaction to the accusations made me grateful that the people we meet generally don't speak our language. Although an angrily wagging finger is the same in any language, I suppose.
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