Sorry for the delay. I was updating my fanfics. :)

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Chester scarfed down his food. Yum, yum, yum! It was so good! He wanted more… no. Maybe that wasn't best! Oh, what did his doggie heart want now? Love and attention? Yes!

"Rolf!" He barked at his master, determined to play with him.

"Chess, not now!" Frodo murmured, returning to his conversation with Rosie.

How dare he ignore his doggie pal?! How dare he do a thing like that? Chester wanted to play! He wasn't going to let anyone or anything stand in his way… hey! The door burst open! Oh no! It was that dreaded Lotho. What was he doing here?

Chester growled at the intruder. It wasn't right for Lotho to come here at this hour! Oh, he would have his vengeance on that Halfling yet!

"Grrr! Grrr! Grrr! Rolf, rolf!" He snarled at the hobbit, determined to get him away from Bag End. If only Frodo didn't hold him back by his collar, then he'd really charge after the intruder, Lotho.

"Lotho, what are you doing here?" Frodo asked, confused.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to evict you," Lotho said, passing a paper to him. "It states here that Bag End is mine! Now, what do you have to say for yourself?"

Rosie looked the paper over in dismay. "It looks legit, but still—"

"You're getting rid of my dog?" Frodo asked Lotho, surprised. "That's the only reason you want to kick me out?"

"Don't be so surprised, Frodo. Your mutt is nothing but trouble!" Lotho told him, briskly.

Chester growled. He had enough of this! He wanted to get Lotho back for everything he ever did to him and Frodo! He wanted to get back now! Could he do that?

"Why do you want to get rid of me and my dog? What have we ever done to you?" Frodo asked Lotho, confused. He shook his head, adding promptly, "Well, it does say that unless you can prove my treachery, then there's nothing you can do. It says so right there!" He passed the notice back to the hobbit, pointing to a paragraph of text.

"Let me see that!" Lotho scanned the paper over, growing more frantic by the second. "It says I can't evict you! Why that slimy Will Whitfoot?! Why on earth does he want you to stay and I get my comeuppance? That's not what this letter is about. I'll – stay dog!" Lotho moved back the moment Frodo released Chester.

"Chester, go!" Frodo said to his dog, "But don't bite him. Just give him a scare?"

Give him a scare? Chester barked in agreement. He could settle this. He turned towards Lotho, determined to get his revenge… even if it was just a scare.

"Down boy. Good boy! No! NOOOO!" Lotho darted out of the house, with Chester on his tail.

The Sussex Spaniel hadn't seen a hobbit run as fast as this Lotho character. It was amazing he was keeping up with him. Did Lotho run for a living? Either way, Chester loved getting outside and smelling the fresh air – wait. There was a squirrel darting from one side of the dirt road to the next.

Oh, he wanted to chase after the red squirrel so badly… and yet, his focus was all on driving Lotho away from his master… wait! This was good. Running was good. There was nothing wrong with running all day long!

"Chess! Chester!" Frodo whistled to him from a near distance.

Chester barked in recognition. It was time to return home.