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The post-Halloween walk was an historic one in the life of Penny the beagle. As we sped through our normal route, I felt the occasional tug on the leash as she stopped to snort hard candies crushed by passing cars. Once, an especially hard tug was followed by rhythmic jerking. I turned to find my beloved absolutely prancing - She had a long Twizzler sticking out of her mouth like a red cigarette. Oh, happy day! A boy in the neighborhood who was talking with his friend asked what kind of dog s
