It’s In The Bag
Ok, here’s where I admit that I’ve been holding out on you. We returned from the Pays Basque with a new family member, one who’s played a part in each of our days since that trip. He’s been living a rather ignominious existence lately, huddled in one of those structures made from cardboard that signify a truly desperate state of homelessness, clothing wrinkled, being nicked and picked at by long sharp knives.
Finally, today, he’s in shape to be revealed in all his glory. But it’s fun to tease you, and perhaps one or two of you harbors a little foot fetish, so I’ll make it a slow reveal. Remember that lop-eared pig? Nope, wrong guess. Imagine another lop-eared pig just like the other lop-eared pig and you’ll be getting warmer.