Hot, cruel summer

Ah yes, the summer is finally coming to an end. It's been too hot and humid for me to go out. It's been much more pleasant to perch on Mommy's purple chaise lounge or sleep. I mean it's really all their fault: Mommy's too lazy to get up early in the morning to take me for a walk, Grampa sometimes comes to walk me in the middle of the day but it's too hot and I don't want to walk, and it's still too hot in the evening when Daddy's back.

But the last two weeks, Daddy (and sometimes Mommy) have been taking me to the dog park to see my friends that I really hadn't seen all summer long.

I mean it's even too hot to fetch the ball (although Ozone has no problem doing it).

I went to the beach in June. That sand stuff was fun to play in and dig in. So soft. But then I was full of it for the next week until Daddy bathed me. And I didn't like the waves. They were scary.

I tried to run away in July. It was really more like I tried to take myself out for a walk: the yard gate was open. Mommy wasn't home and Daddy was out in the front playing in the lawn. So I walked through the door and sat on Jim's (our neighbor) steps. So I sat there and thought where to go. I had never been out for a walk by myself (and I think it would be boring). It's much more fun with Mommy and Daddy. And where was I going to run away? I couldn't live without my Mommy and Daddy. I mean who would feed me, brush me, give me kisses and where would I sleep? So I barked at Daddy to come and walk me. But he got concerned when he saw me on Jim's steps. He came over and hugged me and picked me up and took me back into the yard.