As he watched his master lower his lance and charge headlong at the towering giant, Sancho Panza sat atop his burro and sighed, knowing that once again he would have to pull Don Quixote from yet another windmill.
Hard to tell which object in this photo is chubbier, Sharon H.
Ha! I was just reading comments on another blog and there is a commenter named Donkey Hotey. π
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Hmm, contrast Sanchoβs expression with the joie de vivre of his feline counterpart π€
Iβm Puggo! Yes, Iβm Puggo!
I’ll follow my master till the end.
I’ll tell all the world proudly
I’m his dog! I’m his friend!