Friday, January 26, 2007

Clean, Supple, Weimaraner Lips.

A beautiful angle. Velvety metallic-gray fur. Lines and creases created by nature that any master painter would be jealous of. And lets not forget the line of delicate hairs rounding off the lowest hanging lip. Close your eyes, and dream of running your cheek along that lovely curve, each tiny hair tickling with delight, causing giddiness. And that paper thin ear-fold ain't too bad either.

(Original photo on flickr)