We are having wind gusts of up to 70 mph. That means the air is thick with dust and the dogs don’t want to play in the yard. All God’s critters are wrapped around my chair hoping I’ll fetch treats — or at least give tummy rubs.
Holmes, Chase’s firstborn. I love his head . . .
. . . and his expression
His baby sister Nola — play with me — but not too rough!
There’s no Gramma Inca photo here because she’s gone when I remove the camera lens cap. Since she’s almost nine, I don’t give her a hard time about photo shoots.
Holmes is looking good! I love his freckles.
How are Nola’s ears doing?
Holmes looks all grown up and serious today.