Easter Sunday

Since we had our Easter dinner on Saturday night -- giving that everyone lives a distance away and has to drive.  Easter Sunday was a bit more low-key.

I know -- we are heathens --but we didn't go to church since Easter and Christmas tend to be a madhouse.

Instead we enjoyed a nice breakfast with my parents before they left to drive their 3-hours home. The weather was lovely! 86-degrees and sunny!

 Since the weather was so nice we decided to go to the lake for a boat ride! Buddy was stoked!

 Pooch loves being on the water - just not in it! HA! He's come a long way though.  His first summer at the lake he wouldn't even get on the dock without us dragging him.  Now he runs down the dock and jumps on the boat!

As for getting into the water? Not so much.  I'm really tempted to get him a life jacket and test it this summer.  It seems he's still traumatized by me throwing him into a pool as a puppy to see if he could swim. Yes, bad Mommy.  I seriously, didn't know better.

 BTW - I got sunburned! I guess I don't have a base tan like I did last summer.

Of course, the ducks were out in full force.  The names my MIL has given these two? Fred and Ethel.

 Nice for the weather to be warm and not storming! There has been some crazy storms here in the SE and in other parts of the country!

 Buddy was so funny.  I've never seen him chase the ducks before but he was chasing them on Sunday.  I guess it was because the squirrels weren't out for the day yet.

  A few weeks ago we noticed that in one of my in-laws pampas grass bushes there was a duck egg.  Then a couple of days later there were 2 more.  Well, now we actually got to see the duck sitting on the eggs.

If you look close you can see her.  She hides herself but she's a dark duck and you can even see her eye.  This as close as we could get.

Cool or what?

This actually happened last summer then there were a lot of little ducks running around!

Great Easter weekend indeed!

Update since the weekend: Buddy injured his back while home alone yesterday. The vet thinks he jumped off a piece of furniture.  When I got home he was shaking, crying and wouldn't eat or go up the stairs. I immediatley took him to the vet.  I know a lot of you gals saw this on Facebook last night but I thought I would update everyone else.  He's now on pain meds and muscle relaxers and they're telling us he has to avoid stairs for 2-weeks.  That would be okay if we didn't live in a 3-story townhome.  I've already done my share of carrying the 33-pound furball up and down.  Today he's isolated to the basement and we've put stuff on the couch and chairs. Say a prayer he gets better soon and doesn't injure himself worse!