Sunday, December 24, 2006

Who Love's You, Baby?




I think Sabreen's chewed on almost every single shirt I own, and she doesnt care for labels either. Whether they my casual wear Woolies type or my formal Ted Lapidus, they've all experienced her drool and gnawing. Today was no exception, but she especially enjoyed getting my shoulder sopping wet in the middle of The Square.

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