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Yesterday temps hovered near 90F. Today we didn't break 70F. Summer in northern Illinois.
Temps are supposed to wander back up to the 90s by Thursday, which meant that today was a lawn mowing day. Much assistance provided by the pups.
It's great to be a dog. There's your person, walking back and forth pushing this loud, cutty thing that weighs a lot and stinks. You, on the other hand, get to walk around, crop grass and crop grass and crop grass, then york up a wodge of it right where person is about to push the loud, stinky thing. That's almost as much fun as taking a dump in the path of the loud, stinky thing--if you do that, your person has to stop pushing the loud, stinky thing around and go get the scoop and rake to clean up your stuff. Then you can grab the stick and bring it to her so that she can throw it.
Sometimes she throws it waaaaaaay far.
Life with Dogs.
Allergies are playing hell because of the schizoid weather. Trying to write now.
Temps are supposed to wander back up to the 90s by Thursday, which meant that today was a lawn mowing day. Much assistance provided by the pups.
It's great to be a dog. There's your person, walking back and forth pushing this loud, cutty thing that weighs a lot and stinks. You, on the other hand, get to walk around, crop grass and crop grass and crop grass, then york up a wodge of it right where person is about to push the loud, stinky thing. That's almost as much fun as taking a dump in the path of the loud, stinky thing--if you do that, your person has to stop pushing the loud, stinky thing around and go get the scoop and rake to clean up your stuff. Then you can grab the stick and bring it to her so that she can throw it.
Sometimes she throws it waaaaaaay far.
Life with Dogs.
Allergies are playing hell because of the schizoid weather. Trying to write now.
