"Dude! I swear. I was just bustin' your crank!"
"If you can dish it out, you'd better take it little man!"
Sigh. If looks could . . . Oh, never mind. That's my cracker. Always raising the crack to level orange when the instigator least expects it. No pups were harmed during this toothy expression of play. In fact, that GSD puppy was bringing it plenty for Loki just before this shot. No matter how it looks, it was good fun.
They even had that little terror dog behind them wondering: "WTF are those crackers up to now?"
The cracker's favorite thing in the whole wide world, after tug? Being chased.
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"Your project is guaranteed to meet superior Siberian standards or I will fatally masticate it. You have my "woo" on that!"
"I keep your project safe from crows, coyotes, and flies. I prefer to be paid in salmon treats and tennis balls."
"I manage the treat jar & the staff's daily payroll of cookies and bones. The staff is excellent at math and let me know when I come up short."