


Notice the ultra juicy shirt - from at least 20 minutes of having that in her mouth.
Sharing snacks with Grace.


Why do we buy toys? Apparently all we need are diaper boxes and Spin Brushes. And mulch - lots of mulch.



Notice the ultra juicy shirt - from at least 20 minutes of having that in her mouth.


She's been getting out the necessities for summer. For some reason, a requirement while wearing these sunglasses is to keep your mouth open as if in awe of something.

The tongue is always out. Always.






Out.


*You can't miss the regal specimen of a dog in the pictures above. She was perfectly fine lying down elsewhere until I started taking pictures and then she planted herself right in the middle of the frame, pretending to be a fine specimen of a weimaraner. I'm going to tell a story called "bunny roundup" that is not for animal lovers or those faint of heart. Ryan & I were talking last night at the table when we heard a pitiful little squeak that sounded as though it came from one of Grace's squeaker toys. Not so, we saw Grace prancing around the front window with something in her mouth. The something was certainly not a squeaker toy, but some thing small and furry instead - a wee bunny. We got Grace to drop it and the poor little bunny died right in our driveway. This behavior is so atypical of Grace - she is lazy and has about as much hunting skill as I do. So, Grace is completely crazy in our yard, squeezing under bushes and running all over. We're assuming there is a nest somewhere and I was hopeful of saving any remaining bunnies. No such luck; we found the nest, no bunnies (they were elsewhere in our yard). We ventured into the back yard and found two more deceased bunnies and yet another one tonight. Four dead bunnies by the jaws of Grace. What on Earth?!