A bulldog grows in Brooklyn
Dashing through the snow!
A striking profile, no?
The weekend Times and my bone. I’ve got Saturdays figured out.
A mighty fine shadow, I must say.
I’m just trying to find the Christmas presents that are rightfully mine.
Horizontal stripes. Never a good idea.
Dreaming of cashmere
Green bean casserole? Yes, please.
To all my friends and followers: Happy Thanksgiving! I am thankful for a wet nose and a warm bed. If you need me, I’ll be right here…until the turkey is done.
Yeah yeah I know. Enough with the sweater already. But it just fits so well.