It’s 104 degrees (Fahrenheit) here today. The dogs are lazing around. We’re not training, because I may be nuts about agility but I’m not nuts enough to spend half an hour in an extremely hot barn to train.
I just took the dogs out, and I stopped to pick a few blueberries off our blueberry bush. That was a mistake. Eating a hot–although fresh and tasty–blueberry is kind of like having a hot fresh tasty blueberry muffin… without the muffin part.
Which is downright weird.