It’s still hot and muggy — but it was 82 this morning, instead of 83! Progress . . . Meanwhile, Marion e-mailed me some pictures she took of Peaches wrestling with her shoe. She already posted them on her blog, but I’m taking the liberty of posting them again, with Peaches’ commentary.
“What’s that tickling my brisket?”
“It’s a shoe! My mortal enemy!”
“I’m wrestling it into submission . . . ”
“Well, maybe it’s not worth the effort. Time for a nap.”
But then, it’s always time for a nap . . . if you’re a dog. Or an elderly lady on a hot day. See you later . . . zzzzz.