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Running a little dry on titles after nigh on 18 years of posting. Not quite 18, and I'm not sure what nigh means but you get the point. ITCS. It's the content, stupid. Me stupid, not you. Let's begin.

Here's what going on with puggle. 

 

 When he's not standing guard by the front windows. We're into open front door season. God help us all.

 And here's the other boy in the band, it's Hazy.

 Now an action sequence with both pups and my bride.

 And whatever is going on in this picture.

Besides dogs, what else is going on... Spring weather, and semi-self sufficient kids means hitting the road with my sweet new ride.

 

Self sufficient kids also means a little more adulting. Who knew that whenever adults would talk about it they just meant going out to eat and drink. We are the couple middle.

 

But still always parenting. Levi circled the lot to get this end space, putting it perfectly between the lines. Eva practicing every week to do the same. 

 

One last family dinner at Sage Rabbit, closing the end of an era. Not just the restaurant closing, but coming up to a time when it'll be relatively rare for the four of us to be together every day. Threw in a few yesteryear pictures with the first from three and half years ago and a couple more from... gulp.... nine years ago. 

 

 

 

  

Easter

Not so fast, before Easter I need to commemorate Eva's dress for a party. Beautiful, but I wasn't ready for it.

It's part of a larger pattern, Eva growing into a young woman. Here she does her first parking with other cars around. Sadly she didn't have to navigate a car on either side, but it made it easier to capture the job.

 

In other homefront news, Rubble has a less-cute twin in the neighborhood, making for a straight up puggle standoff when they meet. 

 

 

On to Easter. Lots of driving in three days. Which means lots of dogs on or about laps.

 

And in one case, a puggle using a foot as a headrest.

The star of the Easter Sunday show was the backyard. Lots of play, starting with Rubble.

Those dog toys didn't stand a chance.

Even Hazy had some playtime, although he was more mission-driven, escaping from the yard twice to explore the great state of Missouri.

But mainly Hazy was a lazy boy, preferring to sit. On or about laps.

He was also a fan of the retaining wall at the back of the yard. A great place to get some time out of the sun.

The play wasn't just for pups. Kids, and at least one adult, felt the need to play.

 

Levi was more sedentary, rehearsing for his role as backyard party dad.

 

Through the whole trip, Rubble would find ways to get himself into the sun. 

 

On the way home the van turned 171,717. Just East of Louisville. I wonder if this will be the last road trip with the whole family in the van. It just might be, but if it is I feel like I appreciated every last second.