Dog Days

I've had a reoccurring thought all Summer.

It most often occurs early in the morning, when the dawn fog is just beginning to lift.


I put on my work clothes, tie my hair back, and stare longingly at the bed. 


"You little bastards have it good."


The dogs lift their heads slightly, floppy ears warm on my pillow.  Then close their eyes and forget about me for eight hours. 

While we had a good Summer, a solid Summer,  the dogs really made out.  They frolicked, slumbered, stole produce from the garden, frequented the dog park, made new friends, ate a ton but still stayed slim, and mainly did whatever they wanted. 

I mean really, they have nothing to complain about. It wasn't even that hot.

Yeah, I froze their toys in ice a la Summer List.  Threw some orange slices in there for show.  It kept them entertained for an hour, which is all we could ask for. 

Many sticks, pine cones, and (I'm mortified to report) slugs perished this Summer. 




New packs were formed. 

And there was even time for a Summer fling.

Yes, it was a run around and get dirty, suck the nectar out of life, chew on slugs kind of Summer.

Still, I fear Fall.  Its only going to get colder and the mornings will be even more taunting.