This is a bungalow I run past every morning, and actually there are four (not just the two you see here) stone lions guarding this house. I always go YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME because it takes a certain amount of self-discipline to guard a modest Salt Lake City bungalow and keep a straight face when you're a stone lion who was meant to decorate the front yard of Buckingham Palace.
Rock on, Stone Lions. Rock on.
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I adore stone lions. Even when they are pretty much your standard issue stone lion--which, believe it or not, there *is* a standard issue stone lion--I want to stop and take a picture. I share your admiration of this gesture. Well done, I say.
Ann, my comment on your post before this one sounded mean.....sorry..
And I also love people who know their homes are a castle...I wish more of us enjoyed our homes more.
Okay, I'll be the mean one: I sneer every time I pass those lions. I want to leave a post-it-note on their ridiculous noses, "Really? B-" or "My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings."
I think it would be better if they were stone Newfoundlands. They are approximately the same size,and approximately the same hairy mess around the face. You can start a trend. Stoned Newfies.
Yup, I'm on the shallow side of the fence. Lions? Really? For what are you compensating?
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