I know they didn't say Quarter Krawl! I'm a second generation Kritter Krawler, y'all !
Okay, okay, I'll walk the line!
You're really nosy.
Sugar Baby found a friend.
Tiny top dawg'shund.
Oooohhh, where has that mouth been, mama?
There's a tiny little dog under all that hair.
Dad left the beads at home, but I've got attitude to pull this off!
A horse is a horse, of course...
But this one is a dilly of a filly at the Kritter Krawl.
It's lonely at the top.
The 'Max' factor.
I just luv my tutu, but the beads are beneath me. Really, my beads are beneath me, mom.
I better win something, cause I'm freezing my feathers off.
Darn it, Buster, that horse is wearing the same hat we are!
When David saw Goliath!
I trade you my Jimmy Chew's for your Dawga Karan.
Kibble! I smell Kibble. Gimme Kibble!
Gorgeous little Quigley.
Hey kid, I like your beads.
Mommy, don't let it eat me!
I just want to go home and watch Animal Planet.
I better see you all here next year at the Kritter Krawl!
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