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This is a Sponsored post written by me on behalf of Puppies vs. Babies for SocialSpark. All opinions are 100% mine.

Right now Animal Plant is holding a Puppies vs. Babies online contest to see what America thinks is cuter - puppies or babies! On a side note, when I was pregnant I watched Animal Planet almost every night and it made me cry every time. 

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If you ask me, there's no competition. They are both cute in their own way. But if you make me pick one - I would choose babies every time. There's just no comparison.

My heart melts every time my babies smile, laugh, bat their big old eyes, and sometimes even when their chin starts to tremble and they look like their heart is breaking. 

You can go over today and vote in the Puppies vs. Babies contest. Whichever puppy or baby wins this contest, their parent will receive $5,000!

Who will you vote for?

The race is down to the final four! Vote now and you can help choose the two finalists and eventually THE winner.

    

All the other entries in this contest better be glad I didn't know about it in time to enter this smiley boy. How can you resist that smile?

I just went and voted - first for my favorite babies and then for my favorite puppies. Which ones did you vote for?

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