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Once upon a time there was a pesky puppy. She was a Giant Puppy, only she didn’t know that. She thought she was just a puppy. A livestock guardian puppy, but just a puppy. She loved to play with the goats she was sworn to protect with her life. She loved to be with them all the time. She loved to bite their bottoms and lick them, too. She loved everything about them!

Clover, the mother goat, loved the Giant Puppy right back, but sometimes the Giant Puppy was….a bit much.
“Will you play with me, Clover?” the Giant Puppy asked.

“No,” Clover said. “I do not want to play with you, Giant Puppy. I need to nurse my babies. Go away.”
“Will you play with me?” the Giant Puppy asked Honey the buckling.



“No,” Honey said. “I do not want to play with you, Giant Puppy. I need to practice being king of the world. Go away.”
“Will you play with me?” the Giant Puppy asked Nutmeg the doeling.




“No,” Nutmeg said. “I do not want to play with you, Giant Puppy. I need to learn how to munch grass. Go away.”
The Giant Puppy went back to Clover to plead her case.



Clover sent out a memo.
To: The Management
From: Clover
Subject: GIANT PUPPYI hereby withdraw my request for round-the-clock protection. Until my babies are out of my nursery, I will require the Giant Puppy’s services only between the hours of 9 pm and 7 am. During the rest of the time, the Giant Puppy shall not enter the confines of my quarters or I will not even consider negotiations with Management regarding the touching of my udder.
I think she meant that.

And so….. Out the Giant Puppy went. She could spend the night curled up inside the dog house with her goats, but she couldn’t follow them all day and lick them and bite their bottoms and drape herself over them.

“Cloverrrrrrrr………..”

“I’ll give you all my Snausages……….”

“I need to play with you, Cloverrrrrrr…….”

“I love you, man.”
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