
Sorry, I just cant help but love our little dog.
Maybe I am obsessed with her cute face.
I don't know.
I do know I just cant get enough of her, she makes me smile.
But now, O Lord, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand. Isaiah. 64:8

Campus is still so drab and lifeless right now, so it was only appropriate the kites and Z.'s shirt were so bright.
My advice: Visit the quad only during Spring break, otherwise nearly invisible strings and kite bombing won't be as tolerated.