Hot Dogs in August

It’s hot in the front yard.  It’s hot in the back yard.  It’s hot when we go on our walk.  That’s why I get my two legged companions up really, really, really early, like before the sun comes up.  Cause it gets hot. I have a hat that Dee makes me wear when it’s hot but I don’t like it.  If we go for our walk too late, my paws burn.  And I have to pant and pant and pant.  Brian brings a bottle of water for me and Rose but it’s not like the water at home.  When I’m hot at home I just dunk my head in the water bowl.  Then I get nice and cool.  Course the floor gets all wet but I don’t care.

Kate, the cute one.

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