@crlsjrm_: eto na pala si pink panther?

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itz_rishii :

that dog is scared... lot at her tail

2025-11-18 11:08:03

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yanceybellzzz :

it's not funny tho : (

2025-11-18 10:11:20

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h34tsforisable :

poor innocent dog.

2025-11-18 10:35:50

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𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓼 ྀི :

2025-11-25 09:42:39

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jerlyn :

bakit ganyan? nakakatawa yan? seriously guys, look at the dog's eyes ☹️☹️

2025-11-18 10:48:03

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gian_lloyd❤️‍🔥 :

dogs are not toys..

2025-11-18 16:30:48

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eysanjose :

2025-11-25 03:08:05

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camille :

aww she’s scared :(( look at her tails :((

2025-11-18 13:37:55

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hin jiu :

Con dog cỏ màu xanh màu đỏ🥰

2025-11-28 14:16:55

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drs :

we can see that the dog has trauma😞 look at his tail poor lil dog😌

2025-11-18 10:56:50

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crlsjrm_ :

hi everyone! i think dog hairdye naman ginamit sakanya don’t worry

2025-11-18 02:40:15

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️ :

mga lover dog:🥀😭

2025-11-18 13:44:18

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Hev Gabby💤 :

Hotdog

2025-11-22 17:32:49

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️hannieyoo :

sana may owner si doggy, kawawa naman ☹️who in their right mind would do such thing :((

2025-11-18 13:44:49

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Thwe🤍 :

poor dog😳😳

2025-11-25 08:50:46

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Miles :

🤨

2025-11-21 23:30:45

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k1ns4 :

kawawa namn po.

2025-11-22 09:32:51

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DE :

sweeper no sweeping

2025-11-18 12:25:46

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Ha E :

kawawa naman yung dog😿.

2025-11-18 09:42:52

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Chipotle :

Wawa naman si doggo 🥺

2025-11-17 14:24:30

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Gavzx :

Dog was traumatized 😥😥

2025-11-18 11:21:52

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Markyx :

Nahihiya ata:(

2025-11-18 12:00:37

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KHATE MAHINAY :

😁

2025-11-18 14:34:06

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starshanye :

"aso mo pink"

2025-11-23 09:02:22

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