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Anchundia races through the house.. |
"I'll take the top. You take the bottom. Between us, we'll bring this monster down!" |
Cute little tushies with tails up |
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It's all recess where puppies are concerned. |
Taking a bite out of crime (or a criminal as it were) |
"I'll pull this side of the box off so it will be easier for you to rummage through its contents," L. B. lets Lukas know. |
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Lukas surveys the mischief theater. |
"Pet me! My turn!" |
"You go that way. I'll go this. Meet me in the middle in five shakes of a puppy's tail." |
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"Hey, camera operator! Let me know when the coast is clear. 'k?" L. B. whispers. |
"The coast is clear. The box is mine," L. B. declares. |
"Nothing tastes as good as a dirty old cardboard box," L. B. decides. |
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L. B. enjoys his find, "Hmm. What do we have here?" |
"I didn't do it. I have no idea who got into that box," L. B. says as he runs away as fast as he can, leaving behind tiny pawprint evidence. |
Hiding out |
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Lucy & L. B. have a standoff over the stuffed toy. |
Waaaayyyyy too much devil behind that angelic face, L. B. |
L. B. prepares for a grand entrance or grand pounce, whichever comes first. |
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L. B. prepares to go in for the kill |
The conqueror |
Cute little husky puppy Lukas |
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Lukas |
Lukas side view |
Carl tells Lukas just how squeezably adorable he is. Lukas, always modest, of course, had no idea. |
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Lukas enjoys being carried around. That way he gets to look down on the puppy circus. |
L. B. promotes the ecologically and economically sound riding around in arm vehicles. |
"No. Don't hold me. I want to fly!" Lucy pleads. |
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"If I pick up the leash, will he take me out?" Larsen wonders. |
Larsen, the Crate Guard. He got his training from the bobby dogs of the Buckingham Palace Doghouse Guard Squad. |
Guard by day, dancer by night. |
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"Hey, you two over there," Lucy says, "I want in on the action." |
"Ummmm. Smell those books, Larsen," says Lukas, "It's a sin to let good books go uneaten." |
Larsen |
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"You didn't brush your teeth, Lukas," Carl informs him. |
"Hey, wait for me," Lucy implores as she races to join in on the fun. |
In and out. |
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"Prime cut," Lukas decides. |
Lucy sniffs out prey. |
"I win," Lucy says as she paws down the trophy. |
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Lukas & Lucy |
"Love that box taste," Lucy agrees with L. B. |
LUCY: What a beauty I am.
L. B.: Oh, brother.
LUCY: I'm the sister. Get it right, nincompoop. |
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"You have to admit," L. B. tries to convince the image-viewing public, "With one ear up, one ear down (today), I am cuter than the rest. Of course, that is subject to change day by day as we grow. Stay tuned to this diary for updates. No matter what changes, though, I'll still be the cutest." |
"L. B. is clueless. I'm the cutest," Larsen asserts, "by far." |
Lucy, Kewpie doll with fur |
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"Hmmm. What have we here?" Luis wants to know. |
Luis runs the Race for the Mischief Cure marathon. |
"I'll find the culprit," Luis attempts to convince us. We know better. |
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Dr. Spock ear? |
"Can't you wait until both ears are standing before taking my picture?" Luis asks. |
"What do you mean we have to go to bed?" Lukas wants to know. "Are you nuts? We're just getting started." |
