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Just when you thought it was safe to go back into the woods... Coming this Summer to a theatre near you..

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Shadow dancing, baby you do it right..

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Baba jingo fly by night, break those bones in twoSuck the marrow, chew the gristle, boil 'em down to glue(Baba Jingo; Robert Hunter)

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Walking in a dark roomeyeing little balls with bad intent.Snot running down her nosegreasy paws smearing shabby rugs.Drying in the cold sunWatching as the frilly kittens run.Feeling like a fed duckspitting out pieces of her broken bone.Aqua-Tongue my friend --Don’t start away uneasyYou poor old sod, you see, it’s only me.Do you still rememberDecember’s foggy freeze --When the ice thatClings on to

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You're just too good to be true.Can't take my tongue off you.You'd be like Heaven to touch.I wanna bite you so much.I love you, squeeky,And if it's quite alright,I need you, squeeky,To gum on a lonely night.I love you, squeeky.Trust in me when I say:Oh, pretty squeeky,Don't bring me down, today.Oh, pretty squeeky, now that I found you, stay..

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As virtuous men pass mildly away, And whisper to their souls to go, Whilst some of their sad friends do say The breath goes now, and some say, No;So let us melt, and make no noise, No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move;'Twere profanation of our joys To tell the laity our love. May flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

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Unfortunately, the Eagles were unable to meet the requirements necessary to secure my exceptional ball handling skills for this weekend's Superbowl. That being said, I am now wholeheartedly supporting the New England Patriots. Why? Because an organization stupid enough to pass up on the opportunity to suit up the Mag Dog deserves to lose. You may be asking yourself why I'm not offering to play

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I just wanted to take this opportunity to announce that I am officially offering my services to the Philadelphia Eagles for this weekend's game. With Terrell Owens out -- or at least hobbled -- they're going to need someone who can run circles around New England's secondary. Clearly that someone is me (or moi for all you French poodles out there). Compensation for my exceptional services has yet

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Tomorrow, tomorrow, I'll wake up tomorrow. It's only a day away. Happy Smonday...now leave me alone.

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It's Friday.. time to get my Mag-groove thing on..

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Paparazzi... it's getting to the point where I can't even take a nap without a camera being stuck in my face. Don't these people realize how sharp my teeth are? C'mon punk..come a little closer...try and take a pic while I'm gettin' all Mag Dog on ya.

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YES -- it is all about me! I can't wait until Spring, when I can go out and roll in the grass and play with my ball. Me, me, me, me, me! Oh, and by the way, ME (and the humans that amuse me, of course). My what a big tongue I have.. The better to SLOBBER all over you with.

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This is my friend Clarissa. She was saved from a shelter too! She's a treeing walker coonhound. Her favorite things to do include chewing on bones and squeeking her squeeky toy. She also likes to take walks, track smells and jump up on just about everything. When I get to visit her, we take long walks on her parent's 20 acre farm. I wish I had that much land to explore!

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So sleeeeepy...if it wasn't for food, I wouldn't even bother waking up on Sundays.

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Sugar Mags here with your live weather report. It's a cold and miserable 4 degrees with a wicked wind chill that kicks it down to -15. Looks like we may get up to a foot of snow before this is done because the ol' doppler radar's glowing mean and green today folks. Now back to the studio for an update on the Syracuse/WVU game... Now one of you humans best get the Shugga inside and break out the

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zzzzz..ball....zzzzzz..ball....zzz.. love... my... ballllll.....zzzzzzz..

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It's been so cold the past few days that I have to lift my paws up off the ground after just a few minutes outside because they feel like they're going to freeze. Needless to say, this puts a major cramp in my outside time (if you know what I mean). And to think, just last week it was as warm as a spring day out there. This weather is just uncivilized... This is no way for a dawg to conduct

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I'm so glad it's the weekend! I'm pooped! 

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Hey, You forgot the cookie! 

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I had a pretty good day today. This morning I slept in until 7:30. That's when I woke Mommy up to take me out and give me some of that good food she serves up every day. Then I slept some more. I whined at Mommy's desk for a while, until she gave in and played with me. Then they took me in the car. We went to the Post Office and the bank. The bank teller forgot to send my cookies through the

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Here I am with my new toy I call "burger". It's a little hard to bite, but I love my new toy anyway! 

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I'm not as scary as I look. My mom just took a good picture. I have to say, this is my FAVORITE squeeky toy, given to me by my friend Clarissa. Thanks DOG!

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Here I am at the park today. I have to wear this harness because I usually wiggle out of my collar. I'm getting used to wearing the harness. My mom and dad love it! 

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This is my roommate Tigger. Tigger and I get along pretty well. He's a bit bossy and I have to do what he wants in order to get a ear lick. 

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Hi! My name is Sugar Magnolia, better known as "Maggie".

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I had a great day outside today. My mom and dad took me to this big park to run around. This is not just any park-- it is a dog paradise. There is so much room to run around and the SMELLS are fabulous. I found a sweet dead mouse to rub myself in, and then they gave me my squeeky ball. I was in HEAVEN! Once we were done running around it was time to go back in the car. They took me to get a bath

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