floyd sprints donuts in the snowfresh park, thrill-rides frosty-bearded through spun fluff glittering with streetlightâ€“ halts with purpose, centrifuges inward, makes his humble contribution to our joint venture, and back to racing corkscrews through a serendipity of whiteâ€“ plunges sugarcoated upstairs, melting into steam heat, carves tracery circles through lamplight into a throw rug sliding finish.
and his ridiculous tongue.
because I am a ridiculous sop
floyd and his frog
insert noisemaker sound here
floyd with his lady lu.
photo care of miz darcela.
intrepid candid photographer laura snapped this live action shot of a perspective seldom granted in this space.
floyd eating stars
this is how he plays while I play at the collage table…
don’t worry– in the end I did extract the crunched-up foil star from his mouth and dispose of it safely. but not until I’d documented to my satisfaction. :)
floyd loses a puppy tooth
(this was a few weeks back– forgot to post.)due to my predilection for bones, feathers, and whatnot, have this wee item sitting on my monitor stand with the rest of the nic-nacs.