It's been so hot, that when we first saw this squirrel, we thought it had heat exhaustion.
It didn't, it was just cooling itself off in the shade.
Finally, it rained. It thundered. And Big 'Ol Nasty Dog panicked yet again.
We tried to close him off from the main kitchen area since he pants and slobbers and we were eating dinner.
Clay went to the rescue. He left his meal to comfort Big 'Ol Nasty Dog.
He sat there in the dogs bed and held this trembling fraidy cat until the worst of the storm was over.
And me, being the compassionate one, wrote myself a note.
Love from Whippoorwill Road,