They’re around us every day; dressed in stifling costumes, shilling dubious products or events, wandering the streets in an attempt to instill in others the emotions their character skins profess, regardless of their own true feelings. These pictures document the black futility of their mission…
…but I like them!
Annual checkup time: shots and anal gland expression, she’s three pounds heavier, and my Mom and I accuse each other.
All I know is that I’m not running the House of a 1000 Treats.
A thoughtful, caring man.
A friend of deepest loyalty.
Mentor, gourmand, gleeful corrupter.
The world’s a better place with you in it.
Happy Birthday,
