First, a little biography of our clothesline hunt assistant. Sparky, a male Mexican Lowrider, enjoys walks with Bowser, eating Tommy's food, saltwater dips, lounging on the lido deck, long rides in the golfcart, lots of petting and hugs, and just about everything else that happens any given day. We also discovered his acute ability to sniff out clotheslines in the colonias. That was his ticket to ride.
Slow down Craig! We've got a grande on the right! Please excuse the blur. The man would not stop.
Stripes and Hawaiian prints. Fashionista alert!
We love people who aren't afraid to just hang it out front! Saves getting out of the cart.
Then we have the shy types who hide on a rooftop so mama needs a zoom.
More roof hangers. It's got to be a little tricky with those wet clothes and electrical lines.
Ahhh. More front porch types. They make it so easy!
The Big Daddy! Stop the cart! These people are serious about laundry day.
Drum roll. The grand finale! Bleached with a touch of floral!
For more information on clothesline fetishes, click the link. Unfortunately at this time, there is no known cure.