The sun is freaking hot here now.
Somehow Chuck seems to have missed the memo about shedding. The poor pooch is suffering. We have taken to brushing him madly in an attempt to reduce the fur load, but he is going to have to help us out at some point.
*pant pant pant*
Eldest drew a great word picture one day when discussing what it would be like if dogs shed all at once, and they sort of shuddered, puffed and threw of this explosive cloud of fur!
I would hope that the did it outside.
I wore my bright red straw cowboy hat out today, as I could feel my brain frying as I walked down the street. You know that searing feeling you get on the top of your head that leaves you a little stunned and breathless?
Can I just point out that the local folks here do not normally sport hats at all. Indeed I am not sure you can buy a cowboy hat outside of carnival season, and certainly not a bright red one.
I think folks may be talking about me again.
Sadly, for them, I love that hat.