shamrocks, seniority, and sunshine

So on Monday I spent a good hour of my day off sitting outside, reading Twilight, soaking in the glorious sunshine, and watching the two dogs roll around in the muddy grass and sniff the crisp air. 'Twas glorious and I didn't realize how much I missed sitting outside in nice weather until I got to indulge myself for the first time since freaking October. Please, Mother Nature. PLEASE let Spring into Milwaukee once and for all. It got up to 70 degrees today and I almost cried when I got hot during my evening run tonight.

Hot. Like, sweaty and a little flushed. And I wasn't even wearing fifteen layers of running gear either. I'm crying right now just thinking about the gorgeousness of warm weather running. But I digress.

Where was I? Oh yeah, Monday: outside with the dogs and the camera. I feel like Henry is way too spoiled and his ego is getting a little ridiculous, mostly because of the insane amount of face time he gets on my blog. So on this day, I decided to let Sammy---my in-laws' ten year old Bichon---steal the show. Sam is one of a kind and has total seniority over little Henry, which is pretty obvious when Hank follows Sam around like he's a god. Sam is not impressed by the youngin's antics and has this very apathetic look about him most days. Please observe:

The two of them together remind me of Bert and Ernie----Henry being tall and lanky Bert, Sammy being short and stumpy Ernie. They really are like an old married couple sometimes, too, secretly obsessed with each other but playing it off like it's nothing.

Now back to Sam: he has those wise old eyes I love about senior dogs. I like the blurry background in this one because it seems sorta vintage, just like Sammy:

Then there are his Bichon curls...

And I'm pretty sure this angle is not distorting his rump. He really has THAT much junk in his trunk. I love it.

Sammy the wonder dog, we love you and thank you for helping train our little whipper-snapper Henry. Such the loving big brother, you are.

So I'm just minding my own business, taking pictures of the dogs when Nate rolls up with a mischievous look on his face. Apparently he had a craving for a Shamrock shake:

Now, I don't know about you but these things just gross me out. They are actually this green because I didn't adjust the color at all here. Nothing should be that color, and to make matters worse....it tastes like an artificial plant. I would rather suck on a dirty peppermint that's fallen on the ground than eat this thing. Seriously. Am I the only one that feels this way?

In the meantime, my husband is having a regular love affair with the Shamrock shake. I caught him closing his eyes and moaning a little bit and took full advantage of him in this comatose mindset. He was quite annoyed with my paparazzi-style of shooting but he was just too freaking adorable to avoid:

I realize I could have softened the laugh lines around his eyes here but they were too adorable to touch. And his ear hair, glowing in the sun? My fave.

Then I went 'wedding photographer' on his arse and tried the 'eyelashes from above' shot. Not quite the same effect on a dude without a professional make up job, no?

Tell me he isn't the handsomest man around and I'll call you a liar:

Again, with the ears. Sigh.

After calling me 'totally creepy' he was all about the pictures and said, "Take a picture of this and see if you can get the green in the straw." Well, apparently I couldn't but I still like the shot.

And me? Little old me, you ask? I got in on the fun, too, and proudly displayed my shades in honor of the bright sunshine.

Now I ask you, dear readers: do you like Shamrock shakes? What about corned beef? Guinness? Because I'm 0 for 3 on the classic Irish dishes [what, a Mickey D's shake is classic, right?]. And I didn't even wear green today because I'm such a scrooge.