It’s one of those mornings where I feel like having a big doggy stretch, and yawn, before curling back up and going to sleep. I’m basking in clear, cool Canadian air on the front porch this morning. It’s like a drink of water on a hot day. The weathermen meteorologists say it’s going to be like this all week. With a holiday weekend looming in the distance I couldn’t be more content. Time for a nice slow coast into the weekend.
Update on the Puppy: I have to say that having a second dog is easier, and even more wonderful than I imagined. Maggie the Wonderdog has really taken to us, and we couldn’t be happier. She has the sweetest disposition of any dog I’ve ever known. Best of all though, the Indomitable Moxie has accepted her into the pack. Other than a few dust ups over a bone, they have played great together. If you’ve never seen a Basset Hound run, you would be amazed at how fast they are. Granted, she’s part beagle, but she has the stumpy legs of a Basset and they don’t stop her from keeping up with the Indomitable Moxie when they are chasing each other around the yard. That’s saying something, because Moxie is about the sleekest, fastest little canine I have ever seen. When she turns on the jets she’s like a miniature greyhound. This weekend we’ll be dog sitting my brother in law’s little puffball, so it will be a festival of doggies for the 4th of July.
Yes, it’s hard to believe, but the 4th of July is already upon us. It seems to come faster every year. Summer has hardly even begun and already we are hitting the psychological midpoint of it. In another month we’ll be up in the U.P. again, sitting around the campfire in sweatshirts, getting the first faint whiff of fall in the air. I wonder if time continues to speed up as you get past 50, or does it start slowing down again when the kids leave the house? At the speed were going I’ll be sitting in a rocker on the front porch before I know it.
You know what? That sounds pretty good this morning.