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Shane dropped the bag of dog food by the door and turned around to point a finger at the dog following him, her inquisitive nose twitching.
"Do not pee on that bag," Shane told her firmly, knowing full well that she was definitely going to pee on the bag, and probably the one standing beside it for good measure, despite that one already bearing evidence of her less-than-polite habits.
"She would not do that," Ilya said, shouldering past Shane to unlock the door. "She is good dog, she knows how to - "
The unmistakable sound of a stream of water hitting plastic interrupted him and they both turned to see Anya with her leg cocked against the bag.
"Anya!" Ilya said, sounding absolutely betrayed. Shane just looked at her, unimpressed.
"You can take the bag inside," he said.