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And what did you over-cook during the holidays??

So.. I promised you yesterday to share what happens when a dog stands too close to fire.  (I can't believe mom is making me share this with the world... how embarrassing!)  Butt for your viewing pleasure, here it is...



By the time mom got around to taking the picture, big sister had already brushed the black ashes from the "spot".  The smell hit before they saw me and instantly everyone knew just what had happened.  Fortunately I was smart enough to move before it burned skin.  A new lesson I have learned full well!  For you fellow Disney fans, mom says this brings a whole new meaning to "the smolder".  BOL!!

Stop by tomorrow to read our Sunday Sermon - 2012 "Year of the Dog".

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Comments

  1. Ouch!!! That looks painful. I got close to one of those fire-things back in november. My nose got close and the Smell told me to back off. Guess you just approached it from the wrong end, Butty (lol)


    Happy New Year.
    Doggy Kisses,
    Tanner

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  2. Holy cow I'm so glad it just scorched fur & not skin. Do be careful!

    Happy New Year,
    Oskar

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  3. I am so glad you moved in time!!

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  4. Ouch! Fur and Flame is bad bad bad. Glad no real harm was done!

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  5. Oh my goshies!! It's a good thing you're OK!! Hope you're enjoying your holiday, and hope you have a very Happy New Year! :)

    Woofs & hugs, <3

    ~Bailey (Yep, I'm a girl!)

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  6. We recently posted poor quality photos of Rusty's smoked tail from the gas space heater. He went back the next day and tried again. :(

    Fortunately, he was fine. You were obviously not quite as fortunate. Be careful

    Happy New Year!

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  7. We already knew that you were smokin' hot! :D
    Be careful Boon!

    Wyatt and Stanzie

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  8. Thank goodness it just scorched. Happy New Year! Wishing you and yours all the best in 2012!

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  9. Tnank goodness the fire didn't get to your skin. Happy New Year to you and the gang.

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  10. 'Butt' I need a tiny bit of a grin, and I'm glad you've given me one! Glad you're okay though!!

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  11. Wyatt has a great comment:) But we are all glad you are OK. The fur will grow back. Now please stay away from the fire.

    Happy New Year from all of us at The OP Pack!

    Woos - Phantom, Thunder, Ciara, and Lightning

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  12. Happy New Year and stay away from fires! Woo silly pupper!!!

    MBB

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  13. Happy New year to you!..sorry hear you got a 'hawt bum'!!!..need to learn to back away when near a fire!

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  14. Holee Molee....Good ting you don't have a holee in your back side...Dat was a close call!

    Hap-Pee New Year to ya all..and stay away from da Heat!

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  15. Dude, that is one big burned spot. I bet it really smelled good being around you for a while.

    BE careful my friend.

    Happy New Years to you all

    Bert and My Vickie

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  16. Geepers Boon.... be careful around the hot stuff - thank goodness your skins didn't get owch'ied!!

    Tail Wuggles, Rubie

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  17. Yikes! Good thing it was just fur. :)

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  18. YIIIIIIIKES ! You SINGED your Butt Furs!


    No more of THAT. Let us put this incidend... BEHIND us... Like we just did with 2011.

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  19. Oh no! We are waiting for that to happen to Mesa

    Stop on by for a visit
    Kari
    http://dogisgodinreverse.com

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