We didn't need an Holy Hand Grenades to diffuse the situation. Toby backed off, and the rabbit hopped on. A lot of the time, Joey just wedged himself between the furnace and the hot water heater. Still, I didn't feel comfortable with the two of them chasing each other about.
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Such a warning was casually dismissed, because the worst Toby was able to do was get in a few light doggie kisses, the aftermath of which is depicted above.