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Loko's obliviousness would have been a blessing to Sobo, who was not only wholly aware of how terrible his tummy felt now, but also awash in the sour milk stench of his own sick. Ordinarily, another attempt to grab his sibling's wayward foot would follow, or maybe an interested sniff at the odorous mess, but all Sobo wanted to do now that he'd associated the feeling with the smell was get the hell away.

Alas, pudgy puppy bodies were not made for backing up and he did not come equipped with a suitable alarm for the ungainly attempt he made. It ultimately didn't matter that he tried. His brother followed him and rammed himself up against Sobo's tiny chest and neck, prompting the fat boy to drop all his weight forward in an effort to squish the smelly mass under him.