As I said in a comment on the other day’s post, when the burrs in one’s undergarments just refuse to come out in the wash, it never hurts to gripe and re-gripe.
How many of you join me in hating this?
Are our furbabies not perfect and elegant and beautiful enough? Just as they are?
I’m just saying.
Editor’s Note: Here is an exception, where art and photography intersect in a happier way . .