All These Years

And still my valentine.

Even when the afternoon out, is with a pack of Scouts.

Small signs

Popping up all around here.

We're ready.

Hurts Me

Just to look at this.

We've All had Annual Physicals lately

103 pounds and as healthy as he can be.

Well, we might know more if he had allowed the vet to look in his ears, but he was having none of that.

 

He's sweet, but he scares the phooey out of our UPS guy every single time with his wagging tail and silent greeting;  our mail lady, she stays and pets him.

 

Alternate mail lady the other day: she stayed in her car and honked her horn until I came out to get the package from her hands.  "He's sweet," I say.  "He's a horse," she replies.

The Kid Cave

 

This is the name of their new spot under the house, where they pick up a pretty good internet connection.  They also found carpet tiles and put them down to make their little more homey.  Not sure you can do this with a dirty space under the house, but they disagree.

Sunday Afternoons

 

Elaine making a pretty fantastic first showing in the limbo.

 

 

Alida, checking in with mom every few minutes.

Waiting for the Bus

Is a little dark this time of year.