Aislin was walking Prinze in the round pen on a lead and I was on the other side of the fence grooming Cajun. Aislin yells to me, "Mom! You have to get Prinze! He is being naughty!" I immediately look up to see if naughter means dangerous, but they are both just standing there, doing nothing. So I yell back, "What's he doing?
She replies, "He is getting his boogers on me!" And just at that moment he nuzzles his head into her belly. She shouts at him, "PRINZE! I am NOT your kleenex!"
Oh man. It was funny.
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