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woof,' said Gaspode, his traitor tail wagging.
'I see you've got a lady friend, anyway,' said Carrot, patting him on the head and then absent-mindedly wiping his hand on his tunic.
'And, my word, what a splendid bitch,' he said. 'A Ramtop wolfhound, if I'm any judge.' He stroked Angua in a vague friendly way. 'Ohstale biscuit noisily, 'goes a very nice boy. Simple, but nice.'
'Yes, he is simple, isn't he?' said Angua. 'That's what I first noticed about him. He's simple. And everything else here is complicated.'
'He was making sheep's eyes at you earlier,' said Gaspode. 'Not that I've got anything against sheep's eyes, mind you. If they're fresh.'
'You're disgusting.', well,' he said. 'This isn't getting any work done, is it?''Woof, whine, give the doggy a biscuit,' said Gaspode.Carrot stood up and patted his pockets. 'I think I've got a piece of biscuit here – well, I could believe you understand every word I say . . .'Gaspode begged, and caught the biscuit easily.'Woof, woof, fawn, fawn,' he said.Carrot gave Gaspode the slightly puzzled look that people always gave him when he said 'woof instead of barking, nodded at Angua, and carried on towards Scoone Avenue and Lady Ramkin's house.'There,' said Gaspode, crunching the