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The "Golden" Rule

"Do unto Mother as you'd have Mother to unto you."

Ok, lesson's learned the hard way: never bite the nose of the person who feeds you.


Thankfully Mom did not bite me back.  Thankfully she could never be upset with my adorable self longer than about two seconds... even if she does have an impression of puppy teeth on the bridge of her nose.

"It's all good, Dawg!"


AROOOF!
Boondocks

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  1. LOL!!! I know that rule very well!!!

    LOVE,
    THE SOUTHERN JEWEL!!!

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  2. Oh no, Boondocks! It's a good thing you're so cute! We've done close to the same though while playing.

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  3. Hi Y'all,

    Oh Boondocks! You didn't! Bite the nose belonging to the hand that feeds you?

    You are a wonder dog if your human didn't bite you back!

    Thanks for stoppin' and visitin'. I followed you back.

    Y'all come back now,
    Hawk aka BrownDog

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  4. Ouchie! You're lucky you have a cute face. Nobody could get mad at you.

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  5. Who can resist your cute face??

    Thor and jack

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  6. Oops! Mom always tells me that I'm lucky I'm cute... I'm not exactly sure what that means.. I think it keeps her from being mad at me or sumthin'!
    Woofs!
    ~Nugget

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  7. Dude, you can't do that.....well you can do that, but only as long as your little and cute. I found out that it is only good for a few months, then they start turnin their head when your close.

    he he.....it takes them humans a time or two before they figure out how to avoid our love nips.

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