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"Get the fire, not the dog!" shouted Sophie.
"But he’s the one making the fire!" Bree kept the extinguisher pointed at the dog, but stopped spraying the large animal.
"It’s not working, is..." Sophie stopped and looked over at her brother. "Shiloh, back up! The–the dog is out of control!"
Shiloh stared openly at the scene in front of him. He mumbled, "He’s just scared...like I was. Leave him alone."
"We’ll handle it, Loh," said Bree. She was aiming her spray at the fire spreading on the grass. "We’re the pet sitters, after all."
"You’re making it worse. He just needs..." In a flash, Shiloh grabbed the tablecloth from the picnic table, sending the plates and silverware to the ground. "Ohmanohmanohmanohman..."
Sophie let out a surprised yelp. "Don’t, Shiloh! It’s dangerous!"
"I don’t care! He’s scared! I know it!" With tablecloth in hand, Shiloh sprinted for the dog and half tackled, half hugged him. As he tried to cover the animal up, he said, "Calm down, you stupid dog!"
"Sério?" said Bree. She pointed the nozzle at the pair and gave them both a quick burst of foam. "I thought I was the crazy one."