
“I don’t care for your type,’ she ruffed, strutting away with an air of importance, her cute little nose up in the air.
“Well, he’s a big boy and looks well-mannered.” “I don’t mind him,” Ms. Poodle sighed.
Here they go again, he thought.
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“I don’t care for your type,’ she ruffed, strutting away with an air of importance, her cute little nose up in the air.
“Well, he’s a big boy and looks well-mannered.” “I don’t mind him,” Ms. Poodle sighed.
Here they go again, he thought.
With the dexterity of an expert fisherman, he cast his line and by the time you could repeat, one, two, three, four, five, he caught a spry fry all alive 😉
There’s beauty in everything. The creative mind is such a fertile place that takes simple things and turns them into works of art and pieces that inspire. Now, I’ll never look at my old pots and pans with the same eyes.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Well, I guess these two were simply taking an evening’s romantic strut.