The car is now protected, and Chopper, ever eager to practice “load!”ing, models for us

“But mom, it smells wieeeeeeeerd.”

The dogs are happy we finally have grass, and grass that is not soggy. Chopper can beat up on her big little brother every day.

It’s scratching season again.

Someone needs to mow the lawn (not me).

Stop munching grass for two seconds so I can take a pic. Actually, please stop munching grass, period.

My lovely yard, before it gets littered with my plastic agility stuff.