My Dearest Phoebe: I regret to report that Houndshire Hills, the ski resort where Harold and I spent many a memorable winter, has gone (you should pardon the expression) to the dogs. Why, this very afternoon we watched in stunned silence as a pack of common mongrels frolicked with abandon wearing nothing but the fur Nature gave them. Needless to say, we shan’t be returning.
Scandalous, Andrew Y.
Fainting couch — stat!
Duckie clutches pearls and waves wing in front of her face.
These are FANTASTIC– Heck I want the grey/lilac made for my human body.
Me too. They look so comfy.
From the Twitter thread – “We’ve been expecting you, Mr. Bond.”
Greyhounds. The super models of the k9 world.
Their legs go up to here!
Excellent story, Mike.
Well, I never!
How elegant!
The Hortaya Borzaya:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hortaya_borzaya
So elegant!
If animals have their own Town and Country magazine, this’d be their cover.
Hound and Country
Percival is probably thinking “Mortified? At least I’m not standing there FORCING myself to watch!”
I think he’s more mortified with the outfit he’s wearing and wondering why he doesn’t rate sleeves on his coat. Or are they following the rules of royalty where young boys aren’t allowed to wear long pants, only shorts, until they’re 8 years old.
I never realized I needed a knit, turtle-necked, crotchless onesie in my life, yet here we are.
Best comment yet and on any other web thread, I’d really wonder about you intent BFB. But on this thread, comments like this are .. uhm, sorta normal?? Hope this doesn’t put Duckie on the fainting couch permanently.
Only if I was wearing one.
Hee, hee.
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Whatever you do, do NOT Google that!
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