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"This is the best seat in the house," Luis proclaims. |
Lukas requests, "If I learn to pirouette, will you buy me toe shoes?" |
"Picture perfect pose," Luis jingles. "So take the shot already!" |
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"They call me the Galloping Gourmet," Lukas giggles, "because I will run for food, any food!" |
Left Turn Clyde |
"Brenda," Luis directs, "I'm not a big fan of arm's-length negotiation. Please remove your arms so I can negotiate the placement of your nose." |
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"Ooh, Brenda," Lukas melts, "I like your new lotion. Yummy!" |
"Pucker up, Brenda," commands Luis. |
BRENDA: Lukas, I don't think I've ever seen you with four paws on the floor.
LUKAS: That's because you blinked! |
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"Heigh ho, Silver," Luis shouts. "Away!" |
"Pick me up, please, Brenda," Lukas begs. "I promise I'll be good. Hey, why is my nose getting longer?" |
"I am too pooped to party," Luis hums. |
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"Just call me Casanova," Luis tells Jennifer. |
"Brenda, I've practiced enough for the dentist, thank you," complains Lukas. "You can release now." |
"Q-tips," Luis discovers. "They melt better in your mouth, not in your ear." |
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"My paw works really well," Lukas notes. "This ball hasn't moved an inch since I've put my paw here." |
"This is my lounge act," Luis promotes. "Shows daily: comedy and action." |
"Brenda, you are a good masseuse. I'm going to sleep," snores Lukas. "Please sing me a lullaby." |
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"This is my new throne," Luis declares. "And I will plant a flag to prove it." |
Stealth Bomber |
"Do I have eyes in the back of my head?" asks Luis. |
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"Aren't I the cutest lap dog you ever did see?" asks Lukas. |
"Could I please have a belly rub?" Luis begs. "I am, after all, waiting patiently in the massage chair." |
"Snap the pictures while you can," Lukas instructs. "Rest stops don't last very long." |
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"Hey, that tickles," giggles Lukas. "It feels like a feather in my ear. Where is the rest of the bird?" |
"Some people call it a break, Brenda," notes Luis. "I call it a refueling recess." |
"No! Brenda, let go," Lukas bellows. "The garbage truck is here. I want to rummage through the trash before it disappears!" |
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"Just call me silly . . . putty," laughs Luis. |
"Did I make it? Did I make it?" Lukas wants to know. "Did I break my own record?" |
"Another month, and I'll be able to reach your nose," Luis promises Jennifer." |
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"Okay. I mastered the football hurdle," announces Lukas. "Time for a bigger challenge." |
"On your mark. Get set. GO!" the emcee announces to Luis. |
"Watch out, Brenda," Lukas warns. "A kiss is coming around the corner!" |
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"See?" Luis explains to Brenda, "I can be laid-back sometimes. Just don't get used to it." |
"I have my own personal armrest," Lukas brags. |
"Aerodynamic ears reporting for duty," Luis salutes. |
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BRENDA: And one and two and one and two.
LUIS: Don't I get enough exercise? Sheesh. |
"Hey, Brenda," Lukas puts in a request. "How about a steak for dinner?" |
"Whoa! That thing bounces," says the surprised Luis. "I heard them call it a pigskin. Pigs don't bounce." |
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"I really tried to moonwalk," Lukas notes, "but since I have perfected the art of running away to avoid being caught, it's hard to go backwards." |
"This is the life, Brenda," dreams Luis. "It doesn't get much better than this." |
"Are points gained for backwards ball grabbing?" Lukas asks. |
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"Hold on. Let me catch my breath," Luis gasps. "Yes, even puppies need recesses." |
"You will notice everything else in the photo is clear. I am blurry," Lukas states. "So can you really prove it's me?" |
"15-23-30. Hike!" shouts Luis. |
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"Now, what was I doing?" asks the perplexed Luis. |
"I got it! I got it" I got it" claims Luis. "Mine, all mine." |
"I may not be a horse," says Lukas, "but I'm a Triple Crown dog!" |
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"What is that thing on your face, Brenda?" Luis asks. "I wanna see. Is that my new chew toy?" |
"Just kickin' it with my girl," Luis announces. |
Incomplete pass |
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"Jennifer, as David Bowie said," Lukas schmoozes, "let's dance!" |
"Please give me your glasses," Luis begs, with his paws crossed behind his back. "I will bring them right back. I promise." |
"What is going on down there?" Luis asks as he oversees. |
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"Look out, Tom Brady," boasts Luis. "I want that MVP award for myself." |
"My paws will protect the ball from predators in the front," Luis claims. "The other end is self-explanatory." |
"She's almost asleep," Luis whispers. "In just a few seconds, I'll be able to grab Brenda's glasses & RUN!" |
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"I see a marathon in my future," predicts Luis. "Don't you?" |
"Psst, Brenda," Luis whispers. "Can you keep a secret?" |
"Nothing can hold me back," Lukas brags, "or so I thought." |
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"Look, Brenda," Luis brags. "I can touch the tip of my nose with my tongue. It's but one of my many talents." |
"I sat," notes Lukas. "I gave paw. I spoke. What more does it take to get that ball?" |
"I see trouble over there," Luis spies. "Can I get over there and back before they see me?" |
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"Hey, Jennifer, will you paint my nails, please?" Lukas requests. |
"I'm so glad that Lukas is nowhere around," indicates Luis. "This toy is delicious, and I'd rather not share." |
"Brenda, I really need you to bend down and allow my kisses," Luis moans, "because if I stay in this position much longer, my neck is going to be too stiff to move." |
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"If I bite your nose," Luis asks, "is the staring contest over?" |
"Just a couple of months more," Lukas predicts, "and the ball will fit in my mouth!" |
"It's my yarn ball, and you can't have it," Luis says protectively. "I do knit, after all." |
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"Decisions, decisions," Luis ponders, "toy or moving shoestring. Hmmm. Tough choice." |
"So are you going to throw it or what?" Lukas wants to know. "Isn't there some rule about holding?" |
"I have a split personality," says Luis. "I can be a Pointer, a Setter, a Jack Russell, anything your heart desires." |
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"It is NOT fair to be teased, Brenda," Luis complains. "Payback is coming." |
"Yep. I'm flying through the air with the greatest of ease," Lukas delights. |
"Is that a microphone?" Luis wants to know. "Fourscore and seven years ago. . . ." |
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"Next week I am the star drum major," Lukas announces. "This week I am practicing." |
"Wait a minute, Brenda," Luis cries. "This ball of yarn is mine! Go get your own!" |
"I spy. I spy. I spy lots of things," says the gleeful Lukas. "Turn your back!" |
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"If I run far, far away with the brush," schemes Luis, "they can't groom me." |
"Brush for breakfast," lists Luis. "So what is for lunch?" |
"When I grow up, I am going to be known as Superhero Lukas," Lukas boasts, "faster than the speed of light!" |
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"Hey, that's MY brush!" shouts Luis. "Go get your own!" |
"You're a great dance partner, Brenda," Lukas praises. |
"If you would hold the brush still for just one second," Luis says, "I could get it!" |
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"You know, this might taste a little better with ketchup or gravy," Luis notes. "There's just something missing." |
"I'll give you $5.00 for the brush," Luis attempts to con Brenda. |
"Bounce with me. Bounce with me. All I wanna do is see ya bounce with me. Bounce with me," Lukas sings. |
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"I'm such a blur they might not realize I did it," Luis giggles, "no matter what it is I did!" |
"Hey, Brenda," Luis asks, "do you think I got bigger? You were here when I was born." |
"YES!" Luis squeals. "She's taking me in the kitchen! What better place!" |
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"Brenda is on to me," Lukas says, "but I did still get her to carry me!" |
"Brenda," Lukas inquires, "do you have a carrier's license?" |
"Catch me if you can," laughs Luis, "but understand this. You can't!" |
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The Tail End, end of another chapter. . . until we meet again. |
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