Monday, 18 August 2008
When you are a 'Big Dog' you fly from Seattle to France with no fuss, you know how to deal with the paparazzi, you are comfortable in your own hair and you can show a stuffed hedgehog who's boss.
When you are a 'Big Dog' they name a town after you (oh yeah, and some unknown philosopher bloke)
When you are a 'Big Dog' you contemplate chasing the kite thingy but in the end, decide to just take in the view, conscious as always, of the camera following you.
Big Dog Fleur... a dog to match my mountains.