Just who is that masked man, in the very swanky leather outfit.
Ohhhh, it's Greg in his motorcycle get-up. He got the pants for Xmas. Yowsa, those are cool!
A tradition started long ago when Alli went on travel and was missing her dog, Frito. I would e-mail her a picture a day. Now we have a blog to share with each other, and the world. Hope you find them interesting. By the way ... does your dog have a blog?
Oh yeah, I'll tell you something,And most assuredly, the crowd does go crazy ;-)
I think you'll understand.
When I'll say that something
I want to hold your paw,
I want to hold your paw,
I want to hold your paw.
Oh please, woof to me
You'll let me be your girl
And please, woof to me
You'll let me hold your paw.
Now let me hold your paw
I want to hold your paw.
And when I touch you I feel happy inside.
It's such a feeling that my love
I can't hide, I can't hide, I can't hide.