Little Guy (aka Dale) can fly on his own now. Tom spotted him in the redbud tree and I was able to get a few photos.
Mama’s still close, keeping an eye on things.
Bows and flows of angel hair…
Or dog hair. According to Tim, Pixie and Penny are part of the Furmin-Nation. (Good luck keeping Janet Jackson out of your brain after that.)
Thanks to clouds, Sunday night’s Supermoon has at least a spot of definition.
Dale is rather gawky looking like a teenager. Mom is beautiful though. Renee has been hanging around me for daily brushings …three or four times a day. I managed to get a fairly decent moon shot on Saturday night. Sunday we had storms all day and night.
I wonder if it feels good to be brushed when it’s extra hot. Usually I can’t get Penny or Pixie to sit still long enough to be Furminated, but of course, they only tolerate me. They adore Tim and would do anything for him, but he said they both seemed to enjoy it.
Dale will grow into his beauty. I should read him the tale of The Ugly Duckling.
“Get the point?
Good
Let’s dance.”
Sing it if you want a better way of life!