J. Allen wrote:
I have an overwhelming urge to scrunch up Marley's face and say "Hey widdle fella! That's a good fella! Yes he is! Oh yes he is!"
Then kiss him on the forehead, right in the middle, and then bury my face in his chest fur and make "rawr rawr" sounds.
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Careful there,
J. My vicious brute might lick you to death.