This was our sky this morning at sunrise. It was in the mid eighties even then.
The dogs run to the door full of hope that the air will be cooler and we can play outside.
Once outside they are too hot to play.
I start getting these looks.
This looks says, " Why don't you fix it so we can play?"
"Can't you do something about this?"
"It's too hot to even play ball."
So we leave the yard to soak up the heat and go back inside.
The rock garden is still managing to stay green.
It looks hot, doesn't it.
Not a dog in sight. They're all napping in the air conditioning. Last night Fudge started a ball game in the living room throwing the ball around and everyone racing to get it. There was a minor casualty and I had to put a stop to the game. The only injury was an overturned lamp.
It's never too hot to spend time with a best friend.
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