I raced out onto our deck in time to see Big F running down the driveway after it, nimbly jumping what was left of the native trees waving his hands like he was some F-ing wizard that would be able to freeze the car before it landed, smashing panels, windshield, ripping exhaust pipe, & mudguards off on the way.
Now for the Faces, getting there, s l o w l y (unlike the sad & costly descent of the Jackaroo)...
Day 12 - Dog Boy
Day 14 - Cry Me a River
Still plugging away at the 29 Faces in September Challenge thanks again to Martha at AyalaArt for hosting the marathon, and now if you excuse me, I need to go walk to the shops to get some bread ;)