Do dominatrices have mothers? At last I answer this burning question for you with the documentary evidence. My mother visited us in May. Here we are, holding hands above the lilies. She had not been here since 1991, so she was rather pleasantly surprised by the transformations.
Here's my favorite dog, laughing yet again at some private joke. He's lying in one of his favorite spots, right by my giant hosta: the shaded earth feels nice and cool on his belly.
It took us about three years here before we even realized there was a hosta on the property. We rescued it from its abandonment in a remote, weed-choked spot and moved it into the garden proper, where it has tripled in size. It hasn't bloomed yet, but Bobo doesn't mind. (And doesn't he look nice with his brand-new haircut? Very butch, I think!)
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