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Colt shook his head.  "You think that's bad?  You should ask Fin what mom and dad nicknamed her.  Actually... I'll just tell you.  Frog."  He grinned.  "You should definitely call her that, all the time.  She loves it."  Yeah, his was definitely the best of the nicknames.  But they saved the best for the best, right? 

"I haven't gone too close, but I don't think she'll bite your head off.  Might be best to call first though."  He wasn't sure how protective Finley was of her kids, so he hadn't tried to interact much yet.  He was better with the older ones anyway.  Pups were too fragile and boring for his taste... better avoided.  "Guessin you haven't met her yet then?"