summer

Every day during lunch the dogs lounge around the backyard soaking up what heat and warmth is left in the season. During the winter I let them out at lunch but they usually return to the door within about a minute. That’s because in summer they are willing to trade the warmth of the season with the fact that I am inside eating freshly roasted chicken. In winter they’re like, “She is right inside that door eating freshly roasted chicken and we’re standing here in the snow? Where is our gun?”