The kids were just having so much fun with the weather warming up.
Puddin resting up. For What?
To harass her brother, Buford. Don’t make eye contact, Buford. Just ignore her. It’ll be okay.
Oh, that didn’t work out very well.
Buford gives me the stinkeye for not giving him more warning.
Having lost the battle, Buford makes a run for it.
Buford is half greyhound, half Vulcan.
Stanley somehow managed to slide off the bed. Puddin waited her turn, then slid in behind him.
A very warm welcome for Jorja.
Not doing a very good job of camouflaging herself in the bushes.
Jorja telling the duck what for.
Beth is not sure what Jorja is, but she is not impressed.
Puddin catching some rays.
Jorja is more about hair and flair than speed.
She tries to keep up with the big boys.
Stanley stands over the stuffie. The chase begins as soon as he picks it up.
From this angle, it appears that Puddin has pooped out a Parker.
Run Puddin Run!
Watch out for the Fun Police!
Woo woo woo! Busted.
The tables are turned. If you zoom in, you can see spit flying from Stella’s mouth. And behind Pudding is flying patches of grass. Poor yard.
Jorja sneaking up on the purple crab.