So, Easter was on Sunday. We had an Easter egg hunt, and I did the honors of hiding the eggs while everyone else was at church. One great thing about where we live is that we frequently have piles of brush in the yard. Piles of brush are really easy to hide things like eggs in. It was pleasantly hilarious watching children (They're not really children, as the youngest is 13, but I don't care. It's an Easter egg hunt.) scrambling around in the woods and brush trying to get eggs filled with jellybeans.
We also have rose bushes and other prickly things in our garden, and I'm not very nice in the morning.
I would apologize, but my uncle was not the only one laughing at the egg hunters.
Spencer found a shovel and used that in his hunt. I guess tools are acceptable. Monkeys use them, too.
We also have lots of places to hide eggs that could possibly be out of reach for a 13 year old.
Not so. My cousin did indeed get that egg, even with Spencer trying to tackle her. We're slightly competitive.
Another fun place to hide Easter eggs is where no one would normally look.
Yep. I did. Also, from this angle, you can't tell how banged-up my car is. It's win-win.
With all these children running around, someone needs to supervise them. Right?
Enter Grandpa Austin. He's just doing his job.
Penny needed to supervise, too. She was busy watching the other dogs to make sure they didn't eat any eggs before the kids found them. She failed in this job, though. I found three broken-open plastic eggs with dog slobber all over them. Clearly she couldn't be bothered to get up.
After our eggs hunt, we decided the dogs needed some Easter flair.
Yep. She was as mad as she looks. She got her bandanna off within seconds. She hates having anything on her.
Sniper, on the other hand, didn't even notice. She was a little confused when we tied her bandanna on her, but she went right back to jumping all over us to get a jellybean.
She slept with it on that night, too.
Hope your Easter was as fun as mine was!
-Erika
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