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!
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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