She HAD to eat the butter. NOBODY HAS FED HER IN THREE MILLION YEARS, YOU GUYS. LOOK AT THAT TRAGIC STARVED BEATEN LITTLE FACE. SHE WAS FORCED TO CLIMB THE TREACHEROUS SLOPES OF THE MATTERHORN IN A HOWLING BLIZZARD ONTO THE TABLE IN SEARCH OF SUSTENANCE. TO SURVIVE.
You know, if there had not been explanatory pronouns in your post itself, from the picture alone I would have thought that some dire human-canine collaboration had gone badly amiss. ALL the eyes are SO SAD.
*giggles* When kd5mdk and I first got together - um, 12 hours before I had to fly home - there was some ... discussion ... about how soon I could make it back to Austin and I said to a mutual friend 'Yeah so far it's been everything except pictures of BOYS WITH BIG TRAGIC EYES HOLDING SMALL SAD DOGS IN A DISCONSOLATE MANNER".
So she took her camera over to his place and this sort of thing started showing up in my inbox.
Dear Reader? I visited him. :-)
His Existential Angst, however, prefers kisses and grilled cheese to skritches and lamb snax.
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Date: 2011-11-08 09:49 pm (UTC)P.
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Date: 2011-11-08 09:52 pm (UTC)So she took her camera over to his place and this sort of thing started showing up in my inbox.
Dear Reader? I visited him. :-)
His Existential Angst, however, prefers kisses and grilled cheese to skritches and lamb snax.