With the Pooch Again

This little pup and I are spending some more time together while his owners are down in Florida not enjoying the storm that's preventing them from visiting their island beach house rental.



Anyway, he and I get out for a walk very early in the morning, around 5:45 or so, when it's cool, and we go out again in the late afternoons when it's too hot to do much more than dash to the park, poop, and dash home again. I tell you, whoever decided to call them the dog days of summer neglected to check with any actual dogs. They do not like this weather, dogs. (But apparently, according the wikipedia, the dog days are named for their temporal relationship to the appearance of Sirius, the dog star, largest star in the Canis Major constellation. Who knew?)

As a result of temporarily relocating myself to a very large house with a very large dog and a very large selection of cable television offerings, I have done nothing--but nothing--of consequence in many days. Oh no, maybe I can count the shade covering that Dave and I rigged up over part of the garden to protect the tomato plants and herbs. That was something, right? (But no, that small achievement pales in comparison to the hours and hours of Millionaire Matchmaker and Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives that I've watched in the past couple of days.)