Hot, Hot, Hot!

Welcome to the dog days of August.  The temps have been running over 100 degrees in Central Texas, and Fiorella is totally innervated, even inside the house.  No matter what the air conditioning reads, her body tells her it is way too hot.

But we should bless August, because that means all the months that follow will be cooler.  Well--except that September sometimes gives us a run for our money.

And the Livin's NOT Easy

It's high summer and Fiorella is fighting off marauding armadillos,determinedly nesting mud daubers, and the relentless sun. It's a good thing jigsaws, crosswords, and anagrams are her sports of choice--anything more active would guarantee her a heat stroke. And she isn't too fond of sunburn either.

There's one good thing about August--it heralds eleven wonderful months till the next one.