On our walk about town, we saw this particular face in the window. Good thing there was a rather substantial pane of glass separating us, because "Winston" (my name for bulldogs who resemble Mr. Churchill) did get a little tired of the photo shoot and tried to explain his indignation by rearing and barking. I guess he is a watch-dog after all, but I won't be having my nails done in this salon any time soon!
The original Patti Page version that, at age 5, I used to sing while posed atop a stuffed hassock in Freddy Birchall's livingroom! I wonder whatever happened to Freddy?