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Sunday, June 7, 2009
Dogs, relaxing.
All day they go at it, always struggling over something.
I was ill advised in reaching in to grab the frisbee thing with a view to throwing it. That got me some teeth marks.
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Anonymous
June 16, 2009 at 8:37 AM
Am sure the teeth that left the marks don't belong to Charlie.
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Am sure the teeth that left the marks don't belong to Charlie.
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