like a puppy on a trampoline

On our street, there’s a large house with too many cars parked in the front yard, and a dog or two who dutifully shout at you as you pass, in order to remind you who’s in charge around here. As I walked past it this afternoon, a large black limousine pulled up out front and deposited several well-dressed family members (I suppose), bearing gifts. A motorbike arrived soon after, belching into the driveway as an older man and his wife shuffled toward the house.