Pasado's Safe Haven - Floyd Speaks Up!

	Now, I can't get cuter than THIS, can I? A short story, by Floyd...
	Dear People who read this thing called a website... I live in A.A.R.F.F. Great place. I ain't knockin' it. I was suppose to be flyin' 'round in dog heaven wearin' wings right now if it weren't for the nice people at Pasado's who plucked me before that big needle got close to my furry arm. And then I come here. I like it - a lot. Lots of great dogs to play with - although I'd prefer all the bones to myself. Nice people who hug me a lot. I gets to walk around the woods. All in all, I'm not complainin'. But, to be quite honest, it ain't no home!
	I'm a senior dude, not like REALLY old, but the clock's tickin', know what I mean? I've been in A.A.R.F.F. for almost a year now - NO takers. Is it my breath? And if so, you should get a whiff of HOWARD'S! Now that's enough to wilt a tulip. I hear I'm on Petfinder. And the nice people take me to adopt-a-thon things (that's where I am, up above in that picture). But I thought I'd grab a little attention myself here - there should actually be FLOYD'S PAGE - to spotlight the handsome, playful, must-have dude of A.A.R.F.F. That's me. I'll prove it to you. Come on out and I'll show ya' how great I fit on your lap. And I don't need breath mints!