For the life of me I can't remember which one it was, but back in the day there was a Britcom on which someone said "You're uncouth," and the object of scorn replied in a down-market accent "I'm bloody couth!"
Well, do you think this photo is bloody couth? I was going to post a picture of Easter-egg colored buildings along Davis street in Oak Cliff, but then I noticed I was capturing one of the locals going about his business. What do you think-- is this too lowbrow for Dallas Diorama?
Am I couth, or bloody couth?
I also was wondering what color this dog is-- is he gray, milky-coffee-colored, or could he be white under a lifetime's grime?
Poor beast looks remarkably healthy-- no doubt he's sired an impressive number of unwanted pups. Deadbeat fathers are remarkably fertile, or so the Jerry Springer show would seem to indicate.