Saturday, July 19, 2008
It's been so hot, even the moon turned red tonight. In this kind of weather, I get the equivalent of what others get in the winter: cabin fever.
The dogs are miserable. The flies are horrible, biting the tips of the dogs' ears. The dog yard looks like a desert with husky-hair tumbleweeds blowing about.
I bring them in and we are cooped up in our climate-controled haven. We'd like to stay inside until mid-September or whenever the temperature drops below 80 degrees.
Huskies flop on hardwood. They stretch lazily, putting paws over eyes, dreaming perhaps of next winter. I day dream of next winter too, longing for it like an old friend.
Posted by Shannon Miller at 7:42 PM