As the first snowflakes of the year fall hesitantly on Westminster Bridge, I watch three women, muffled in hats and scarves, walk along the pavement. At the head of the group trots a small, white Chihuahua. Sporting a blue and red fair isle jumper, he leads his human harem across the Thames, head high, stride purposeful, spirit soaring.
Thursday 7 February 2008
Natural Born Leader
As the first snowflakes of the year fall hesitantly on Westminster Bridge, I watch three women, muffled in hats and scarves, walk along the pavement. At the head of the group trots a small, white Chihuahua. Sporting a blue and red fair isle jumper, he leads his human harem across the Thames, head high, stride purposeful, spirit soaring.
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4 comments:
I have never seen a white one-how cute! Poor thing, must have been so cold!
Aye caramba! You ad snar darn there in tha smowke?
CJ
I think it was snow - of course, it could have been air pollution...
Puss
It's always the little ones.
Those guys make me smile. Funny little creatures.
(Don't know how I missed this post!)
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