I hate to whine, but since I do it so well I think I'll spend some time tonight complaining about the weather (for all the good it does, right?) The entire month of June here in Indiana has been hot and muggy and I hate that I'm already tired of summer. I mean, aren't the dog days of summer suppose to occur in late July and August? If we're already experiencing our dog days in June, what do July and August have in store for us?
I'm a wimp when it comes to extreme weather. Hubby would say that anything less than 70 or more than 72 degrees constitutes "extreme," but I'm really not as bad as he likes to make me sound. (When you're as nearly flawless as I am I suppose he has to find something to nitpick about.)
I'm far more tolerant of temperatures in the 50's and 60's than I am the 80's and 90's. I guess what it boils down to is that I just don't like to sweat. There, I said it. I hate feeling sticky and frizzy haired and damp under the collar. And so does Sloopy, I imagine. So I took him to get groomed and he just looks so handsome in his summer cut and patriotic bandanna that I thought I'd share this photo with you. After all, to him all summer days are dog days. (He needs some serious orthodontic work, don't you think?)
Have fantastic Father's Day all you Dads out there!
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