Best Story of the Week…February 18th
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Haha … first of all, the owner is lying. The Labs know the deal. The little twerp barks at everyone; I know this because I have a twerp that does the same thing … lol!
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I was just about to write to ask you, if you thought I should take out the word…schlong. not very Connecticut of me, is it…:)
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I say leave it. Schlong is much more Connecticut than what this Philly girl was thinking … haha
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In it stays…:)
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No, no. Don’t take it out! He already did anyway π
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HARUMPH!!! π
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Too funny!
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He should have picked on someone his own size.
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Yes, but, then there would have been little challenge.
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I started to laugh from the Napoleon on because guess what? That’s what I call all the little whiff-whaffs who try to act so tough! Annoying little ankle-biters…
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It’s a good name. You almost expect them to put their paw in an imaginary pocket, or in this case, a Burberry sweater.
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I am giggling as I picture that… π
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I agree that the little rat goes after everyone, not just you. As for the schlong, my oldest daughter had a Mexican hairless when she was a teen. With no hair to cover his manhood, it looked like he was riding a rocket!
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That so made me laugh. Riding a rocket. sigh
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Totally indecent, ha ha!
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A horn dog? A porn dog? Hmm. So many possibilities. π
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I just love being barked at by an ankle biter. I think the owner was putting you on. I have never met a Chihuahua that didn’t bark its butt off. Thanks for the smiles.
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Maybe he’s wanted in 10 states. π
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Or he thinks he can bark you to St. Louis.
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There’s more to his story. He thinks he’s a Shepherd maybe. Delusions of grandeur.
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A big sense of self worth. Maybe that’s worth admiring.
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I guess. As long as he leaves your ankles alone. π
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Well then sense of self worth moves into sociopath. π
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If he is living with two Labs he needs to be loud and maybe obnoxious just to let everyone know it isn’t necessarily size that counts.πΌ
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We all now somebody like that.
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Our first family dog was a Chihuahua and she hated me and my sister. Her favorite person in the house was my old man, which should have told me everything I needed to know.
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This is funny. π
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I think your reputation as a dog lover has spread through the New York canine community and Francisco was just so excited to actually meet you. That seems the most likely explanation to me. π
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That’s just like you, to take a positive view. π
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