Greensploot

Barley, a dog, sploots elegantly upon a grassy expanse in the spring sunlight, as viewed from above.

Something I don’t think about often is the sheer variety of surfaces that Barley’s belly has made contact with. Perhaps it’s a sign of how sheltered my modern existence is, but my belly has hardly made contact with anything aside from the inside of whatever shirt I’m wearing and a few varieties of bed linens. It just goes to show that she’s a hardy and resilient sort, ready to tackle whatever the world throws at her.