July 31, 2005

This is supposed to be the Dog Days of Summer and in a perfect world it would be. However, in our imperfect world, it’s cool and dry, not sultry at all. Imperfect world and perfect weather. Who knows, our cool, green days of youth, gathering rosebuds where and when we may in July, may turn into lazy, hazy days of summer with our little brown dog, Spot. And thus, we’ll have Lazy Brown Dog Days of Summer. With our schedule, we wont be sitting around even if the weather turns, so scratch that.

We already had our hot days of summer in the beginning of June. 97 degrees! Ouch. Now, it tops out at 80 or rarely 85 with 60 degree mornings.

Speaking of Lazy Brown Dogs, Spot is still doing well. He’s a little more frail and a little slower but I give him his pills in the morning with this liquid meds, he is hanging in there. He’s a good boy and a fine inn dog. He is well loved by all.

Perhaps we are in our melon days of summer, cool and green with a hint of perfume on the air. Like youth, ripe and juicy without being cloying. Yes, we are in the melon days of summer. I’d put it to a vote but this is not a democratic institution.

Kim and I have been busy. She hasn’t been blogging. So, please send in your comments urging my sweetheart to blog away.

Do it!