Showing posts with label preen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label preen. Show all posts

Sunday, June 29, 2008

Superfluff

Poor Junior. Every time his father gives him a bath he spends 20 minutes fluffing and preening the boy's head.

If his actions need any explanation, they lay in the photo from the previous post (the one where the sun is reflecting off that shiny, smooth surface...).

Who am I to deny him such pleasure?

I won't let that Halloween go! I won't, I tell you.

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