Puppy love

"I suppose there's a time in practically every young boy's life when he's affected by that wonderful disease of puppy love.  I don't mean the kind a boy has for a pretty girl that lives down the road.  I mean the real kind, the kind that has four small feet and a wiggly tail, and sharp little teeth that can gnaw on a boy's finger; the king a boy can romp and play with, even eat and sleep with."

Where the Red Fern Grows

These two are BFF.

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