let's celebrate.

Today marks the day Hannity is finally allowed to go on long walks again. After two weeks of making sure he stays off all couches (because little did we know... you can injure an ankle—or a hock in Hannity's case—when romping and jumping off pieces of furniture), this morning the three of us (Augustus included) strolled over to a park with a field for plenty of hurtling, chasing, and tumbling.
It was windy.

Embracing the wind.

Pondering.

Augustus looks like he's either singing, crying, or cracking up
while Hannity is all seriousness.

Augustus thinks he's their leader. 

Hannity has other plans. 

He doesn't know what's coming.

Hannity can't be left out.
This is his way of thwarting Augustus's newfound leadership.

Leaps, bounds, and all ears.