It's Not the Breet, It's the Humidity

It has been oppressively hot in my little corner of the world. And judging from many of the posts I've been reading, the same is true for many of you. Let's just say one of the Sunflower Sisters I live with in not really interested in being blocked from her daily jaunts by something as trivial as the weather. Must have something to do with the fact that she gets carried around in her bag by one of the humans,and doesn't have to trudge along, stifled by air that has so thick with humidity, Michael Phelps could do laps in it. We like to refer to Brigitte as the shop steward, because she always makes sure we get whats coming to us. Especially as it relates to our walks and our social agenda.This deep personal commitment of hers can be both a blessing and a curse. See, she doesn't let the parents get complacent[read:lazy] when it comes to taking us places. However, in weather like this, she could stand to reel it in a bit. Case in point, watch this video of her brow-breeting Dad into taking us for a walk or a ride. Take note of me lounging behind Dad. I can clearly determine that on this day her fight is a mute one



I hope you all are laying low and keeping cool and comfortable.Dog days of Summer? I beg to differ