@sillylittlebecca: It’s a hard life for Rolo #sausagedog #dachshund #dogtrend #fyp #funnydog

Rebecca, Pip & Rolo
Rebecca, Pip & Rolo
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il.padrino24
IL PADRINO :
It’s a struggle every day trust me 😂
2026-06-30 16:00:41
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bejkn
bacon🦅 :
Reminds me of this
2026-06-30 19:33:24
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leegannon333
Lee :
same twin
2026-07-01 00:01:21
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tce_999
Tce_ :
Is there a particular reason he still has them?
2026-06-30 21:26:34
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arzelheluwaert
(ノ゜ー゜)ノ🍍 :
he know ball
2026-06-30 21:04:55
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boqito
BoQito🫪 :
That's nuts
2026-06-30 18:55:52
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davidmitchell7626
MEDIGILIANO :
😂😂😂🥰🥰🥰
2026-06-29 20:34:35
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waj_1977
WAJ_1977 :
2026-06-30 19:16:11
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polonez12357
⠀ :
damn ik that pain i struggle with it everyday too 💔
2026-06-30 23:24:20
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funntime.jester
jest.her :
i know someone with the same issue but i dont think she have a tiktok account
2026-06-30 19:04:08
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unnatendedbrain
ADHDeezNuts :
imma big dog I do big dog shiiiii should be the tune
2026-06-30 11:51:38
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elliewellie415
Ellen Watson :
My boy was like this. Dog to ball ratio was sooo off 😂😂😂
2026-06-29 20:56:54
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cin352352
Lucinda :
I have a girl and she sits like that
2026-06-30 01:53:04
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wogboy_garage2005
Aden Lazarescu :
Big sniff noises
2026-06-30 09:30:32
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frankethejackapoo
Frank :
Omg this cracked me up 😂
2026-06-29 20:11:53
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sunnidazexo
Miss Wanna Die🫶🏼 :
This lady at the dog park said “oh wow he has small balls” talking about my MINI poodle 😭😭
2026-06-30 18:53:46
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luvashni.1
luvashni1 :
he looks big mad 😭😭
2026-06-30 08:38:10
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am_depressed
___ :
pshyah, I know that feeling 😏
2026-06-30 11:01:36
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daisyandshadow
daisyandshadow :
Hahahaha
2026-06-30 18:20:30
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ohnedassesrespektlosist
MICHEListWiederDa ༽ :
kenn ich
2026-06-30 20:24:35
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pips_752
Elena🌸 :
2026-06-30 22:03:47
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annapus11
Annapus :
Yes.
2026-06-30 19:37:27
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There is a friendship in Scripture that we do not sit with long enough.  The paralysed man in Mark Chapter 2.  He cannot walk himself into the presence of Christ. He cannot fight through the crowd. He cannot even stand. And because he cannot carry himself, his friends carry him.  Before we witness the miracle, we witness brotherhood.  See, the friends do not send him a verse and leave him where he lies. They do not shout encouragement from a safe distance or promise that they will remember him in prayer. Prayer is holy, but on this day they choose something equally sacred.  They bend their backs beneath the weight of another man. They become legs for one whose own have failed him.  Love, here, has shoulders.  When they arrive, the house is overflowing. Every doorway is blocked. Every window crowded.  If there was ever a moment to say,
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