The little dog is Chico... he's related to the family, it's complicated, but trust me, he's a Romero somehow.
Also pictured are my mom and dad, and mom, dad and Adro sharing a laugh. It was perfect, when they arrived on Saturday, the weather was so nice, we just grabbed a few Boulevard Wheats and relaxed on the front porch. You couldn't ask for a nicer, more relaxing Saturday afternoon. And, sorry, but Evey wasn't there (she was at the parade). So that made it REALLY relaxing, as in, we didn't have to chase her explorin' butt all over the place. We could just chill...
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