Spring has finally arrived in Springfield. Yesterday was warm, sunny and suddenly the trees started flowering. The cherry tree in the middle of the yard just popped into flower and looked beautiful.
It made everybody feel good to see some color in the yard.
The dogwoods aren't ready yet, but won't be far behind.
I was outside playing with the dogs when Rob got home. When he came into the yard he was holding something that attracted the attention of all the dogs.
Hi Dad, I've been a good girl all day.
What's that you've got ?
It's our brush! Can I be first?
Do me next.
It's my turn next Morgan.
Me, me, do me next.
Go away, Noah, it's my turn.
Please brush me some more.
You had a turn, now it's my turn.
I'll sit quietly for you to brush me.
How long do I have to wait?
This feels so good.
Thank you, thank you, Dad.
More, brush me some more.
Do me now.
Thanks, this feels good and I'll be so pretty.
Poor Rob could use a couple more hands.
Everybody had a turn except Tsar, who was hiding. He hates being brushed.
They all came back several times to get more brushing.
Please, can I have another turn?
Don't we look pretty now that we've been brushed?
Hey, isn't it time for dinner?