|Yep, 98F at 7pm. Nasty.|
Brett and I sat on the front porch with a glass of wine this evening, as we do most evenings. Kersey lounged at our feet. We came inside when dusk fell -- at 8:00. A few weeks ago, we were sitting outside until almost 9:00. Of course, that meant we were eating dinner at 9:30 some evenings -- just in time to take a shower and hit the sack.
The comments on Kersey's weight ran very heavy on the "get a puppy" track. We aren't ready to get another dog and Kersey is very happy -- VERY happy -- being the center of attention. We got Kersey, initially, to be a companion to Sedona. Four years ago, Brett was still working part-time and Sedona spent too much time alone. She was bored and depressed. She needed a puppy. The situation is very different now. Brett is fully retired, Kersey is rarely alone, and Kersey enjoys being a house dog in the evenings and on hot afternoons. She and Brett happily wait out the hot hours in the house. I've started walking Kersey in the mornings -- I can still fit that in my schedule before work. We both are enjoying the walks; Kersey sniffs in squirrel holes and examines coyote scat. I smell the pines and take in the panoramic view of the Sierras bathed in morning light, at the top of the hill where we turn back for home.