The Woodruff Place Lawn Chair Brigade, and they actually do march in formation, too. The best thing about these guys is that you know someone thought this idea up one night as they were all just sitting around drinking at someone’s house. The fact that they all agreed that it was a good idea (and have now participated in several local parades) makes it even better

Mr TTT, a balloon by Miami company Friends With You. That’s all I can say about this, since I don’t really get it

Yard gnomes (this one’s for you, Sarah!) I especially like the little baby gnome on the left, hanging out on the big gnome’s back

An electric motorcycle (dragging gas cans behind him as a political statement)

David hanging out afterwards, waiting for Mommy to make her way back to the west si-ide. He found some dandelions and promptly crushed them in his hands

Sunday, we joined some neighbors for the Humane Society’s Mutt Strutt at the track. David and Daddy touched the wall

Anna, Joyce, Emma (the dog), Rita, Bernie (the dog), Chris, David, and Gus (the dog). Summerfield represents!

This was perhaps the most stressful race we’ve ever participated in (imagine having to keep your dog away from the thousands of other dogs that were there, because you have no idea if he’s going to bite them or sniff them in inappropriate places) but once we got out on the track, things settled down

OK. I don’t really know what to think about this. It’s not a dog, it’s a miniature pony. You’re not fooling anyone, really. But it’s a service pony, so it does good deeds. But it’s wearing shoes, and I don’t mean horseshoes, I mean sneakers. Sketchers sneakers. Do I make fun of it, or do I praise it for helping people in need of assistance or companionship?

Anna chauffered David for a little while, but she was still cool enough to get a phone call while on our walk