Happy Freidai, Peeps!
Some of us don’t have to sweat out a workweek, but even so, sometimes Freidai makes us want to dance. But what KIND of dance?
But FIRST:
A gentle reminder of how we do things: 🐱🐶🐦
- Do not troll the diary. If you hate pootie diaries, leave now. No harm, no foul.
- Please do share pics of your fur kids! If you have health/behavior issues with your pets, feel free to bring it to the community.
- Pooties are cats; Woozles are dogs. Birds... are birds! Peeps are people.
- Whatever happens in the outer blog STAYS in the outer blog. If you’re having “issues” with another Kossack, keep it “out there.” This is a place to relax and play; please treat it accordingly.
- There are some pics we never post: snakes, creepy crawlies, any and all photos that depict or encourage human cruelty toward animals. These are considered “out of bounds” and will not be tolerated. If we alert you to it, please remember that we do have phobic peeps who react strongly to them. If you keep posting banned pics...well then...the Tigress will have to take matters in hand. Or, paw.
Dancing has been around forever — probably as soon as we hoomins hit the ground. And our four-footed, or winged friend often join us in the fun.
There’s folk dancing:
Or formal dancing:
Or more suggestive dancing:
Interpretive dance:
There’s dancing in the streets:
There’s not-quite-Broadway dancing:
Or just plain WTH dancing:
(Some weird repeated clips in this)
And may I end with my favorite hoomin dance video?
I hope Peeps find lots of reasons to dance today!