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Just A Typical Morning at Wild Dingo

Just A Typical Morning at Wild Dingo

June 10, 2009
Posted in: Dogs | Reading Time: 1 minute

 I grinned at her. The little husky on the floor, upside down, smiling a fluffy smile. She looked playful and eager, but not quite sure of herself, like a new kitten in a house where they don't care much for kittens.

 "My head hurt. My tongue was dry and had gravel on it. My throat was stiff and my jaw not untender. But I had worse mornings..."

 Loki revs his choppers for the morning match.


 And the shenannigans begin.


"Cupcake, I can make plenty o' trouble, afterall that's my line of work."

"I don't go for that magoo."

"I like smooth, shiny guys, hard-boiled and loaded with sin."

Her kiss was as slippery as a day-old rawhide.
"All guys are the same," she purred.
"So are all dames, after the first bite."

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