It got pretty busy around here last weekend. The Orange haired person was in the kitchen making stuff; later I was offered a taste of what they called "Paska."
It was OK; I'd rather have chicken or Greenies.
The next day everyone left for a bit, then came back and went outside into the garden.
I always like it when they do that, because usually they will play stick with me.
I really got the stick big time in this shot!
Bernie played a trick on me: He acted like he was going to play stick...
I hate being picked up. I start talking right away....
When I stick my tongue out, that is my last warning.
Hart as usual just kept to himself. He doesn't even try to play stick.
He says he doesn't want to get his white socks dirty. Pfffp.
Then it happened.
That damn squirrel was BACK!
I knew I should have kept an eye on that tree! He came down while I was just taking a break, just for a little while.
Blondie said it was the Easter Squirrel.
I think she is nuts.