Buttons

I love little buttons. There's something magical about finding a button, with loose threads hanging, and wondering where the little disk came from. Perhaps someone snagged their pink cashmere sweater as they entered a white picket gate. Or maybe the button came loose, slowly, as the years passed, and finally made an escape to the sidewalk.

Whatever the case may be, I like buttons.

Bark at you later,
PJ the dog blogging dog :-)