Oh Frida. You're such a lady. But sometimes, you just can't help it. The warmth of the sun, a welcoming porch, a late afternoon. Bliss.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Late summer bliss
I passed by the front door the other day and this caught my eye:
Oh Frida. You're such a lady. But sometimes, you just can't help it. The warmth of the sun, a welcoming porch, a late afternoon. Bliss.
Oh Frida. You're such a lady. But sometimes, you just can't help it. The warmth of the sun, a welcoming porch, a late afternoon. Bliss.
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Jitterbug engages in the same display, which I think of as her "sidewalk slut" alter ego. (We've all got a little sidewalk slut in us, let's be honest.) It makes me laugh every time I see her because it's pure unadulterated sensuality!
Ah, the slut puppy look. Becoming to everyone, dog, cat (and human?) alike!
Nothing wrong with airing out the lady-parts, especially if you're a pussy. She's so sweet.
Cuute! My doggie also loves to lay on the hottest part of the concrete, eyes half closed, panting, and happy. I love to snuggle his warm fur when he comes in.
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