Bacon for Breakfast

Dear God I love my dog Missy.  She sauntered on up to Kevin Bacon in Central Park this morning, dropped her ball in front of him and with a smile on his face (and mine) he obliged with a glorious throw.  He was rocking this old-school Police tee, with a baseball hat and a pair of Ray Bans. I’m reconsidering my cougar-like attraction to the young boys and thinking of going vintage.

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