There is no substitute for pork butt.
He’d spent all week dog-earing his phrasebook, asking his more fluent friends to practice with him.
When we finally made it back to his place, he sat me down on his couch and grinned.
He stripped, crossed his arms, then dropped to his knees and said:
“I WANT TO BE YOUR DOG.”
( FA )
“Yes, right meow.”
Burly tomcats doing what they do best.
A little messy sketch to be refined into a weekend doodle… ? COULD BE.