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Ser Waffles of House Waffles, first of his name

Look I don’t want to say your dog is a bad dog.  I just want you to know that your dog isn’t the best dog.  Because my dog clearly holds that title.  Everyone is his best friend. All he wants to do is fetch stuff and hang out forever and ever Amen.  Waffles was a good call on my part if I do say so myself.

Adorable!
Hilarious!
Majestic!


 A++ would adopt Waffles again.

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