Summer (so far)

Soaking in the sun at the Parental Units' house.

Tony enjoying walking around the Parental Units' neighborhood.

I don't think he's seen this much greenery nor this many fellow dogs.

Happiness at the range.

Home on the range

Where seldom is heard a discouraging word / and the skies are not cloudy all day

Some families go to the beach. Some go to church. Some go to the range. I figure if there is love and laughter then the Big Boss in the Sky is happy.

My father and brother have been at this for a long time. Dad said that Marco was 7 years old when he fired his first weapon (one bullet in a .45). Five years later, he was firing an M16.

It is one of my most fervent hopes that, should I be blessed with little ones, the Grandpaw and the Uncle will be there to teach them the ropes.

and the skies are not cloudy all day