On my recent trip to the U.K., when I was shopping with my daughter, she
forced me persuaded me to buy this outfit. I gave in. Don’t judge me.
As usual, Stan was philosophical about things especially as there was a ball being held aloft for him to lust after.
Flo was more of a struggle which, in the end, proved unequal.
and sometimes, as with Taz, there’s a look in the eyes that tells you a santa hat, let alone a full costume, will not be tolerated.
So, as usual, it’s Stan who proved my best model(allowing me, incidentally, to donate 60 euros so far from the dog bandanas I make in aid of the the local dog rescue) and illustrates my wishes for a Happy Christmas and a Peaceful New Year to all my regular readers, commenters, lurkers, and just dropping byers wherever you are in the world.