July 16th 2007 8:18 pm
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It's gotten hot here. In the mid-seventies. I get so hot walking to Mom's meeting that I could just melt. It's even worse walking back. The hot asphalt burns my feet.
(Editor's note: Donovan does get hot and the asphalt is hot, but Donovan is a little soft.)
I am always so happy to get home where I lay in the breeze for a while until I am cool enough for a good drink. It's tough to be a big dark, colored dog in California. It's so sunny all the time. When it's overcast... Ah! When it's overcast.
Then I can walk anywhere not too far with Mom. That makes her happy. She does worry when I drag along panting. I always wonder how big black dogs can run around and look so happy in the sun. If I was black I wouldn't go outside in the sunlight. Luckily we live in a place that's really shadey.
There are big trees and lots of pathways for me to walk down. There are lots of dog smells too, because there are lots of dogs here. I always see dogs when we walk at home, but seldom get to meet them. That's because all the bigger dogs, and some of the smaller dogs are fighters. All they want to do is bite and fight.
I have two friends, Schotzie, and Mac. Schotzie is a schnauzer. She gets so excited when she sees me it makes me wiggle. Mac is a westminster terrier. She pulls her owner over to me when she sees me. Then she runs back and forth between me and my mom. Mom gets kisses, and so do I.
I guess walking in the hot sun every day isn't too bad. It's only for a half-hour, then I get to rest for an hour before we go home. And at home I sleep most of the afternoon. Then Mom takes me for that long, shadey walk.
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