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"I look like a cat right before she's ready to fly around the room, don't I?" L. B. grins. |
Luis, Under Dog |
"Rumor has it we're getting steaklettes for dinner. Pass it on," Lukas gossips. |
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"Hey, Doc, I have tennis mouth," Larsen says. "Can you cure it?" |
"See? Her ears finally stood up, too," volunteer Trisha announces. |
"If I chew the handle off the leash," Lucy says, "maybe they won't realize it's gone until I'm gone." |
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"Red is my color. Don't you agree?" queries Luis. |
Picture Perfect Lucy |
"Come on. Catch up with me. We've got some serious chewing to do," Larsen tells his siblings. |
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Lucy tries to figure out how they got the treats into that monstrosity. |
"This thing moves like we do. It stands up & lies down. Does it bark?" Lucy wants to know. |
"I got it. It's all mine. Put a flag over here." |
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Not to be confused with a face lift, this is a Lukas lift. |
"Bring that finger a little closer," requests L. B. "All the better to see you, my dear." |
"Say cheesecake," Trisha tells Lucy. |
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"Run! Don't get caught," Lucy directs. |
"I'm innocent anyway, Lucy," L. B. says. "You are the guilty party." |
"While they are chasing you two," Lukas says, "I will destuff this toy, and they won't know until it's in recovery." |
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Is it Lucy or a cherub? |
"This toy is almost as big as I am," Luis proclaims. |
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