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The Honey Baked Bulldog For a while Tank might as well have been my purse.  No, I didn't try to hold my wallet inside of him, or sling him around my shoulder, but being so small I did tend to carry him around everywhere I went.  He would go to the mall with me, sit on my lap as I played video games, and keep me company while I cooked.  I know I could have just had him at my feet, but come on, what would he have seen?  My big toes in his face?  Yeah, that sounds like a fun Friday night. So one night I decided to cook a big dinner for the family.  My sister was out with her friends and my Mom was still at work, so I had the entire kitchen to