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HAPPY WEEKEND, FURIENDS!  We wuf vu all!

(This is our buddy, Eggnog, who was adopted recently from Brookhaven Animal Rescue League.)




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  1. Woof! Woof! happy FRIDAY n Weekend!!! YES Praise the LORD! Lots of Golden Woofs, Sugar

    LOVE your new blog header n MUSIC too ... Golden Woofs, Sugar

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  2. Just love your post of today of "EggNog" praising the Lord. Hope you don't mind but I am posting that photo to my Facebook Page.
    Just really love yopur Blog, and have only found you recently.
    We have had Goldens for 40 years, have two now and are fostering one.
    God Bless,

    Sheila & Bob
    Hamish, Rescue Sophie & Foster Tucker

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  3. Talk about making a joyful noise! I think Eggnogg has it down pat. Have a great weekend Boondocks and all the Love Shack Pack...human and canine.

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  4. Happy weekend to all of you! Great picture of Eggnog praising!

    Thor and Jack

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  5. Eggnog-what a perfect name:)

    Happy Birthday Jesus! The reason for the Season!

    I love visiting for your music!

    Have a great weekend.

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  6. Great name. Have a wonderful weekend.
    Goose

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  7. Hey Boondocks!
    Wow, congrats to EggNog and his new pack! I think he's singing a happy howl in this pix.
    Grr and Woof,
    Sarge, COP

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  8. Ha roooooo! And praise the Lord indeed!
    Congrats to Eggnog!
    Play bows,
    Zim

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