The younger kids up the block, playing basketball, might be having a better time, though their game is periodically interrupted by the passage of the loud, belching machine of the first kid. It's more than likely, though, that they watch the car with envy, eager for the day they can have one of its ilk.
But I believe that the dog next door is enjoying the evening itself more than the kids are. After a few minutes of running and biting at the streams of water coming from the lawn sprinkler in his back yard, he is now lying quietly on the grass, surveying his territory, now and then brushing flat a triangular patch of lawn with his tail.
No adults are in sight. They are probably all sitting in their houses watching television, or maybe sitting in front of computers and straining their sore necks. Oh, wait! Time to go out. I think I'll emulate the dog and sit in the back yard, so I won't have to see that car going by, and its noise will be diminished.