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"Nice! The Man Pup covered me up -
snug as a bug in a rug, so to
speak." |
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"What
now? I thought I could sleep." |
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| "Boy,
can't he look nice on photos?
Look at me! Always looking
handsome!" |
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"Practicing for Halloween on this
one - oops - must be a Scottish
ghost dog!" |
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"Yikes - all tangled up now!" |
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"The
evergrowing Man Pup practices his
evil stare" |
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| "Hey
Nick, you don't want to play
anymore?" |
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*sniff*
"Anything else to shred on my
monkey?" (Nice foot, Mom) |
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| "Oh
well, I guess I'll settle in on my
no longer fluffy bed - the Man Pup
is busy watching some old spaceman
movie" |
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"Wow,
Daddy is into it, too!" |
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"Well, maybe not...looks like he
would rather sleep with me." |
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"Yes, I
am a good boy - check out my
beautiful new deer leather collar
(still a little big, but I will
grow)" |
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| Nick
is strumming his guitar |
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