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February
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- to-do list: pick up bread, milk, norfolk terrier
- correction
- dos chinese cresteds
- sweaterless chinese crested
- frank (left) and sammy
- nose del sammy
- frank, tolerating the indignity of the snootloop
- Jenkins, on a cold night in Park Slope
- congratulations, uno!
- somebody uno might like to meet
- teddy (left) and sneakers have mighty cute parkas
- still, they are not so thrilled about the weather
- this is benny
- benny has an itch
- oof I'm itchy too
- molly the toy poodle
- molly's Seussian doppelganger
- the golden rule, Union Square dog run version
- little itty-bitty shiba inu puppy
- no pets. so sad.
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2 comments:
I do say I bet you chaps are expecting me to pop in with a story about either my louche weekend in copenhagen with a tasty strumpet or how i once mistook lydia pennyfeather's hat trimmings to be the pastry tray at ascot but in all truth, can't stand danishes. Never could. Give me some plover's eggs and a kipper for breakfast any day. And a glass of tomato juice with horseradish and a raw egg for mornings following Freddie Highchurch's dinner parties. Nothing bucks up the constitution like that.
Verily, the Earl of Domino has quite a thing for plover's eggs. His Lordship had better watch his cholesterol.
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