The time of year where we pull out the shorts, wash the swim towels, and prepare to spend a fortune in keeping the pantry stocked.
It is also the time of year when we celebrate the impending summer with a little trip to the barber's chair.
As you can see, this handsome shag dog was beyond ready for a trim:
As was his brother,
And, apparently, so does half the girls in the eighth grade. It has put our boy smack dab in the middle of a whole lot of female attention, and he has proclaimed the mohawk to be his new haircut of choice.
Here's to summer and her long absence from our lives.
[If only the weather would look at the calendar and catch up already. Sheesh.]