These are what you call the dog days of summer.
"What does that mean".....asks Roy.
Well, Roy, that is why Mommy carried a liter of water with us when we went for a walk.
And a plastic dish.
And thank you for letting me have a few sips.
"(yawn) You're welcome, Mommy."
My mind is blank, my shuttle is empty, and I am whipped from all this heat and humidity.
That's my story.