Rear Ended

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Along with Bartholomew Pepperspots, my dog Rosie was unexpectedly chosen to grace the cover of the 1994 Great Dogs Calendar. These debonair springers were also Mr. and Ms. October. I wrung a lot of mileage out of walking into Borders Bookstores and seeing my wonderful dog looking back at me.

It was about then that I began wishing that someone would include Rosie's tail-less rear in another calendar. I would watch her hop and scoot and bounce along in front of me, like the fastest rabbit, and I would think, "I love her behind!" Is it wrong to think that way? :^)

So here years later, fresh from the Santa Barbara zoo with my friend lori, who just grinned at my temporary preoccupation with the rear end of things, is my abbreviated version of that thought, although there are no dogs in it.

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Here they are: the asses of assorted animals. AAA. .

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Really I hope there is some educational value in these photos, even though I don't know what that may be. :^)

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(turtles: a bit of a stretch, but where is the rear of an oval, anyway?)

and finally, compliments of Emily Rabbit,

who is being paid $3 for this photo,

it's a front view of a rear end,

but if you look you'll see it.

love

kj