Yesterday as we pushed triple-digit heat (again), a quick search of the house found Tripper (half-)under the bed,...
Annye napping in the closet,...
And Miele and Sherman snoozing on the tile.
Talk about a rough life.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Dog Days, Indeed
In our house, we don't need a thermometer or a weather station or the AC kicking on to know it's hot; we just need to realize it's quiet and the dogs are MIA.
Yesterday as we pushed triple-digit heat (again), a quick search of the house found Tripper (half-)under the bed,...
Annye napping in the closet,...
And Miele and Sherman snoozing on the tile.
Talk about a rough life.
Yesterday as we pushed triple-digit heat (again), a quick search of the house found Tripper (half-)under the bed,...
Annye napping in the closet,...
And Miele and Sherman snoozing on the tile.
Talk about a rough life.
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