The boy woke us up at 3am whining to go out, then again at 6:30. I have to keep looking back at cute photos of him not to get too annoyed.
Another food post is coming later today. Promise.
a walk around the neighborhood after the jump
He refused to leave home without his favorite squeaky toy.
“Just back off. I’ve got a squeaky toy and I’m not afraid to use it.”
There were nice sights for us along the way. Here we have Grandpa Tree.
And here some branches that made me happy. March isn’t exactly a riot of color around here.
Gil took the camera from me so I could take the reins for a little while.
There were puh-lenty of smells to keep Rufus occupied.
Gil and Rufus like to jog up the last hill on the way home. Gil was running so fast, both of his feet were off the ground at the same time — look at him go!
And back home. Doesn’t our yard look like a cheesy movie set?