Wait 5 seconds, then charge at the woman! CHAAAAAARGE!

You wait just a few seconds, as right at that moment, the ambulance drives by, its siren blaring. “Woof woof!” you bark as you accelerate toward the woman. That translates to, “I GONNA RIP YOUR THROAT OUT, WENCHBAG.” She turns and runs for her front door, screaming. She drops the phone. “Heeeelp!” she cries, and reaches the front door just as you fly through the air and latch onto her ankle with your razor-sharp papillon teeth. Don’t let go Jenkins! Don’t let her get away! She kicks and kicks and struggles and you’re flying all over the place, but you’re still firmly latched onto that ankle. Then, she pulls a dirty trick. She pulls a miniature tennis ball out of her pocket, and throws it. “Go on doggy! Go fetch!”

1) Go fetch the ball.

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2) Don't let go.


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