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photozoi · 8 months

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She's just the cutest.

Adzuki, Silken Windhound, 8 weeks

#Adzuki #silken windhound #sighthound #photozoi #original photos #Bijou Silkens #8-19-23 #def has a foot thing going on #pin up pup

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ourlittlejewel · 4 years

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@croweswiings ♡ if it didn’t appear obvious that she was trying to impress him, she was. the two strangers hadn’t had much of a chance to speak with one another, but what bijou did have was the softest spot for boys with curly hair. their contact consisted of a mere cheeky smile shared and then lost somewhere among the sea of drunken party goers, a gaze caught but barely held for long at all in queue for one of the many toilets—that was on her, did he look away too? she was acting cool—and a polite ‘pardon me’ back at the open bar. but she found him again, as she knew she would, and the twins, not by blood but by way of dress, found their missing triplet. they called out an excited 'bambi!’ when they saw her and 'you’re here!’ like she was a miracle of an apparition you'd consider yourself lucky to see. she laughed at that, and the drink she’d soon forget about missed the mute of a coaster and clattered sharply over the glass coffee table. tightly, she wedged herself between the two girls, sheila and angel, bare-thigh to bare-thigh on the leather sofa. together they looked as though they belonged to a well-dressed cult or girls club in their matching miniskirts and white blouses, but they were only dancers, and wearing the same clothing made them easier to pick out in a crowd. that was madonna’s logic, anyway, and because she was unsurprisingly nowhere to be found, the girls found themselves among the hippies and 'marty’, which some passing american addressed him as as they patted a firm pat over his shoulder. party, marty—she would remember that. party-marty was sat across the coffee table from her and already soaring, so it seemed. she would have to join him. at get-togethers like these, the circle of marijuana smokers were always the friendliest and the most accommodating. they were all so dreamy and carefree. some of them didn’t even brush their hair. ‘yogis’, her mother called them, and they were passing around a pipe the size of her forearm. they bobbed and swayed like cattails in the wind, surrendered to crystal blue persuasion as if it were gospel. bijou loved that. she was all smiles and properly drunk. angel threw a fit of coughs when it was her turn in the group of maybe ten or eleven, and sheila insisted bijou roll a couple of joints out of the cherry-flavoured, cherry-patterned rolling papers she pulled from her clutch. “well, all right, but i haven’t done it in quite a while, you know,” and she would do it only because he was watching and she would do it with confidence, scooched to the edge of the seat and tugging tight the loops of the silken bow fixing the top layer of her curls back as if the chance of it coming loose wasn’t at all unlikely. she sat up straight and her yellow-painted fingers did what they did best: rolled up three of the neatest, prettiest little joints you ever did see. “we’re supposed to leave in an hour,” said sheila, who was met with a look of incredulity from bijou before she wet the gluey-bit and caught the boy’s eye again, looked to the crinkled joint skin and faked shy. angel whined a defeated 'man, we literally just got here', but the weight of her complaint left the moment the joint was placed in her hands. she marveled over it as if it were a diamond. “you know how she gets,” their boss, sheila was referring to. the third one was made for the american, and bijou stood to reach out over the alcohol bottles and through the smoke of a useless incense stick. she held it between her two fingers for him to take, palm folded over her knees and bent so he could see the shallow divot of her cleavage peeking from between the lapels of her cotton blouse and a silver locket swaying over her chest like a pendulum. it was an offering of sorts. in her head she said ‘welcome to london’ but out loud she simply said ‘marty’ as if his name were commonplace in her mouth and she liked the taste of it.

#croweswiings #chapter one: where's the party marty?#//#i can't write somethign short #i just can't okay

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photozoi · 3 months

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Adzuki Bean, 7 months, Silken Windhound

She didn't do it, she never even considered it, she would absolutely NEVER... why are you looking at her like that?

#Adzuki #silken windhound #sighthound #photozoi #original photos #2-10-24 #7 months #pupdate #Bijou Silkens

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photozoi · 6 months

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Wait for it....

He's coming.....

It wasn't just that Friend Forte wanted to be in the shot...

He is also Fava Bean's bestest buddy.

Silken sisters, Adzuki and Fava Bean, and Borzoi Buddy Forte.

#Adzuki #Fava Bean #silken windhound #Friend Forte #borzoi #sighthound #photozoi #original photos #orig photo art #10-19-23 #snootblr #Bijou Silkens #friends and family

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photozoi · 2 months

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Adzuki Bean at 7 months

Elegant little girl.

Silken Windhound

#Adzuki Bean #silken windhound #sighthound #photozoi #original photos #2-2024 #pup date #snootblr #Bijou Silkens

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photozoi · 7 months

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Connections

Mr Mung, Silken Windhound, 10 weeks

#Mr Mung #silken windhound #sighthound #photozoi #original photos #original photo art #9-3-23 #Bijou Silkens #teef

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photozoi · 7 months

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"Hey, you want a cookie get in line!"

The Three Bean Salad in a treat line. Fava, Adzuki and Mr Mung, Silken Windhounds, 10 weeks

#Three Bean Salad #Mung #Fava #Adzuki #silken windhound #sighthound #9-3-23 #photozoi #original photos #Bijou Silkens #sittin pretty for treats

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photozoi · 5 months

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The Beans Sprout-O-Meter

First up, the Fabulous Fava Bean. One and a half months and 5 months. She has elongated, her Fava Bean bag has remained unchanged.

Followed by, the Original Pin Up Pup, Adzuki.

Zuki is always the Professional, as is her Bag o' Azuki Beans

And finally, last (but not least), the comical and excessively handsome Mr Mung. (He is the Cary Grant of Silkens.)

Progress has been made.

Silken Windhounds Fava, Adzuki and Mr Mung Bean, growth update

#Fava Bean #Adzuki #Mr Mung #growth #silken windhound #sighthound #photozoi #3.5 months of progress #original photos #11-2023 #Three Bean Salad #Bijou Silkens

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photozoi · 7 months

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"So, I had a big day. I went in a box and the bottom shook and the pictures changed and when I got out I was someplace else but my friends were there. And we went in a huge house that had toys all over the walls and lots of good smells and I came out with this odd necklace. And a dragon. And we went in the box again.

So this is my floor now. And this is my chair. And this is my bed.

But I choose this bed, so this is the one I am sleeping in tonight. With all my new toys I found in a basket in the room with my new floor.

And my new dragon that is the one I got when we stopped at the Best Boy Store on the way here! Wait til Zuki and Fava hear about this! Whose the Best Boy now? ME!!! I AM THE BEST EVER BOY!!!"

(Well... he is right about that. No car sickness. No protest singing. No potty mistakes. Eating and drinking fine. And sleeping through the night. Just the Best Boy ever.)

Silken Windhound, 3 months

#Mr Mung #silken windhound #sighthound #photozoi #original photos #snootblr #9-29-23 #Bijou Silkens #new puppy #Mung's new home

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photozoi · 8 months

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