[Bonus points for naming the movie.]
Being a self-professed novice at relationships and love, my first love was not a romantic love. Rather it was my dog Elliott. He was a buff cocker spaniel and lived for a long time...I think something like 10 years. He was so precious. By the end, he responded to Elliott, Buddy, and Dancing Bear. Don't ask how "Dancing Bear" got in there....
|Lazy day in the grass back in '89|
|Classic Olan Mills shot. I'm one awkward pose away from making awkwardfamilyphotos.com. Seriously? What's with the crotch block with one hand and an obscene gesture with the other?|