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.
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.
ReplyDeleteAnn, my comment on your post before this one sounded mean.....sorry..
ReplyDeleteAnd 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."
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteYup, I'm on the shallow side of the fence. Lions? Really? For what are you compensating?
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