It may be tough to teach old dogs new tricks, but perhaps they can learn to live in new houses. Japanese graphic designer and curator Kenya Hara has made it his mission to find out.
Chic dogs take to the catwalk
Canines dressed in all their finery were on parade at the New York Pet Fashion Show in New York City on Friday, February 8. Here's a gallery of the chicest looks.
The dogs of Westminster revealed
I'm dreaming of a White Easter
I'm dreaming of a White Easter
With every silver snowflake on the ground—
Well, it's time for spring but winter is doggedly still here with icy streets, frosted cars, jammed tramways and impatient drivers all honking at the irascible snow.
It's an on-again, off-again season of ice and snow. Three days blue and five days grey miserable cold.
So the weather forecast to west in England is White Easter, which might mean delayed spring again and further icy streets through Easter.
Unfortunately, the moles were alrady out and celebrating spring, but now they're probably snuggled back under the earth in their warm tunnels enjoying a spot of tea and fried worm patties by a flickering open fire while we, upstairs, freeze.
But the large alien pigeons with the white neckband appear from the south and were huddle in the neighboring tree this morning. The weather changes keep shifting and confuse the migrating birds who arrive to find themselves in hostile bitterly cold weather still.
I'm dreaming of a White Easter.
With every silver snowflake on the ground—
Well, it's time for spring but winter is doggedly still here with icy streets, frosted cars, jammed tramways and impatient drivers all honking at the irascible snow.
It's an on-again, off-again season of ice and snow. Three days blue and five days grey miserable cold.
So the weather forecast to west in England is White Easter, which might mean delayed spring again and further icy streets through Easter.
Unfortunately, the moles were alrady out and celebrating spring, but now they're probably snuggled back under the earth in their warm tunnels enjoying a spot of tea and fried worm patties by a flickering open fire while we, upstairs, freeze.
But the large alien pigeons with the white neckband appear from the south and were huddle in the neighboring tree this morning. The weather changes keep shifting and confuse the migrating birds who arrive to find themselves in hostile bitterly cold weather still.
I'm dreaming of a White Easter.
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