The humidity was stifling on Saturday. My head felt like it was in a vice. As if the barometric pressure was inside my skull (I guess it kind of is…) It seemed likely that eventually a hard rain would fall, but it never did. Grey and humid. Not a good look for the summer solstice. Now I find out the Portuguese parade will likely be called off Sunday because of the rain. The bad weather is New England’s super villain so far this summer.
The best part of my Saturday night was meeting little Wally. Wally is a wiener dog, brown. I am wearing an Old Navy linen shirt, also brown. Little Wally is alright with me.
I love the 3rd ARM’s posts about snuggly things, baby dogs in particular. Baby weiner dogs dressed in brown smiling proud from a perch in particular. Keep it snorking, small dog big dog!
The only thing that baby dog needs is mustard.
No really, you are both baby dogs. Smiling.