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Wordless Wednesday - Bah Humbug

There was Dasher, Donner, Vixen, and SCARLET!



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  1. Reindeer antlers on dogs are just wrong! Are we right, or what? If you want to stage a protest or start a petition, we'll help! BOL! Better yet, let's put those things on our peeps and post pics of that!

    Happy Holidays!
    The Road Dogs

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  2. Oh, Scarlett....you look so unhappy (and mad).

    :o)

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  3. Scarlett... I sure hope you got some REALLY tasty treats after that!
    Play bows,
    Zim

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  4. It's all fun and games until the fuzzy antlers come out!

    Sam

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  5. Scarlett my Paw... that one should be named SNARLett.

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  6. Not a fan of the antlers I guess. :)

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  7. My poor Scarlet sorry i wasn't there to help you!!!

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  8. That's an awesome picture. I hope he got over it though.

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  9. I can relate. Mom had me in a Santa suit today! (ugh)

    Scarlet - I have my own sleigh...you could be the reindeer and fly us all around. Bring some of that good music with, okay?

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  10. Um someone looks unhappy

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

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  11. Bah Humbug indeed! I hope there was at least a treat involved.
    Blessings,
    Goose

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  12. Oh my, not a very happy face at all.

    Slobbers,
    Mango

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  13. Same sentiments here today,Scarlet. Well, at least that part of the torture is done until next year.

    Woos ~ Phantom, Thunder, Ciara, and Lightning

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  14. Oh Scarlet sweetie, I feel so bad for you having to wear those antlers on your head. But you know us folks, we just love to look at how cute you can be. Cut your mom some slack. You do look adorable.

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  15. Oh the indignity dogs have to suffer during the holidays. Hope you got a really good treat out of it.

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  16. What we have to endure. It is a crime, I say....a crime.

    Scarlet, you have every right to give the lip curl....

    but then, just remember the Christmas treats that are sure to come your way this season and it will make it all a little easier to take.

    Bert

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  17. Look cute! But looks like someone ain't happy about the idea of having that on your head :P

    Lots of Slobbers,
    The Musketeers

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  18. Scarlet-

    What is that on your head? Antlers gone wild, indeed....extra treats for you...lots of treats...heehee

    Wyatt

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  19. I don't blame you. Don't like anything on my head to ruin my hair.

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  20. Hi Scarlet, thank you all so much for stopping by our blog. It's our pleasure to meet you.:) Love the photo of you.:)

    Love,
    Teddy Bear & Sierra

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  21. That face! I do not think there is a happy face there. : )

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  22. Ha!!!! Scarlet looks LESS than amused!!! lol

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  23. LOve, Love, Love this shot. I'm with you Scarlet. If they put that on my head, I would do the same thing.

    Doggy Kisses,
    Tanner

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  24. this was hysterical! i made my husband pause what he was watching to come look at it. :-)

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  25. You sure don't look too happy wearing they those silly antlers

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  26. Definitely not a happy face! mama says you look cute though!

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  27. Heh, I feel the same way when I wear hats! But I do it for the CHEESEEEE!

    Woofs & hugs! <3

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

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