Typical weekend in spring. Temp was in the low 70's. Wind was blowing so it wasn't all that warm.
More folks than I expected. No running loose for the hound.
Man. And his Bassett.
Quincey has never been fond of water. He'll take baths well enough but he won't go out of his away to get wet.
Jelly fish, meet Quincey.
Had to make him drop it about 2-3 second after this shot was taken.
On a mission.
Quincey seems to do well in scamming attention and some pats on the head.
Susan was trying to get him to jump in and take care of himself. She was strongly admonished for the remark.
Exhausted after a strenous day.
Davey (aka Tiny Cat) and Peppermint look out the window.