On Saturday we mowed the back lawn, and by "we" I mean Leo and by "back lawn" I mean an this...
Um, yah, we're way overdue. And while the dandelions have a certain sweetness about them, I doubt our neighbors appreciated their contribution to their immaculate landscapes.
Thea loves it when Leo mows the lawn. The sound makes her all frisky and silly. Though she does miss the salad bar, when it's no longer so long and luxurious.
After hours of backbreaking work, Thea was nowhere to be seen, but a wee little leprechaun had made her way into our yard.
We thought it best to ply the lass with an appropriate libation.
Panda is not so much a fan of the mowing. It didn't help that I was vacuuming inside. She was feeling pretty sad for herself.
To make it up to her and to get the green off the demon, we decided to go to the beach on Sunday.
Saturday had been gorgeous and sunshiny, while Sunday was a little more overcast with bits of rain, which was perfect, because the beaches were nearly empty.
This picture feels like the opening to some sort of action/adventure movie.
Thea, she's got crazy eyes.
Panda finds her sister so exasperating, sometimes.
Happiness is a romp in the water.
And who can resist a sleepy dog face covered in sand?