The entrance was protected by three Golden Retrievers, barking like maniacs, until they set to work licking my hand through the fence. And when Billy forced the lock, all three of them lay down on their backs, paws in air, and implored us to rub their tummies. The biggest problem the four of us had was getting through the entrance door without them following us. This was the All Saints’ version of guard dogs.
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