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My parents' retarded labrador was an extremely warm, goofy and happy dog with a pet peeve: he hated being poked with a finger while the finger-bearer made buzzing noises. If you did it while he was asleep he'd jump up as if he'd been attacked by a python. If you did it while he was awake he'd do the low, very serious and convincing labrador growl while staring you the gently caress down. That was just fronting though. He didn't have a mean or bitey bone in his entire body. You could continue to "buzz" him without fearing for your life or fingers. Eventually he'd figure out the game was up and his mean dog act wasn't loving working, and he'd dash off like hell was on his heels. It was insanely cute. I always felt mean-spirited taking advantage of his mellowness like that, after all the mellowness was due to an early bout with testicular cancer and thus a need to neuter him earlier than usual; but it was too funny and cute to resist. That dog was loving HUGE too. He topped out at 140 and wasn't even morbidly obese like a lot of old labs you see.
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