Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day to the last syllable of recorded time, and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death! Out! Out! Brief candle, life is but a walking shadow a poor player that struts and frets its hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. T'is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothingggggg..
I am such a blowhard! I believe a caption, such as "Pensive" would have been more than sufficient.
As soon as I saw this I was going to ask you the breed, when I scrolled to the bottom of my enlarged screen image I saw you put the breed name there.
Not funny!
Nice
Living here in Spain, I will confide with you that we got together to try to make a poodle, but this is a close as we could get.