Today Floyd went to the markets to visit some friends. While he was there he decided to try and run over to say hello to some people...
Just about wrenched my arms out of their sockets... and I went flying because my shoes are the modern smooth sole variety. I skidded across the grass until I caught an edge.
Sorry, no pictures.
I'll try to get a good pic of Floyd tomorrow. He's going to obedience classes on Monday night... He's good at home with sit, down and up. He's not good with stay. And he thinks that "good boy" means "get up and jump all over the place now"...