Spring

I love spring because I always find new and interesting things in the garden. This guy pops up and only lasts for about a week, and catching him in full bloom is like spotting Waldo (or Britney Spears actually wearing underwear).

 

Spring for the dogs means going outside and refusing to go back in. Sophie was loving the sun the other day and decided to lay in the dirt for a while, occasionally sniffing the air and growling at passersby.

 

Willie doesn't care if it's Spring, Summer, Winter or Fall. Where there's a blanket, there's a nap.