I know I posted a picture of our big boy earlier, but since my knitting looks pretty much the same as it has for the past week, I’m desperate for blog pix. Esau Marie is always willing and able to model, but Grover needs some face time, too. And, butt.
Now, granted, the Mum is rather small these days, but she’s every bit of 4’10” tall. The chairs do sit low, but let’s face it, this is one huge dog. And, in case you hadn’t noticed, he’s hers. We’ve had weather that has been so lovely, we can sit outside after dinner. We usually have to wait until the sun goes behind the trees or the deck is just a little too sunny. It’s too hot for Grover. Big dogs are not hot weather dogs, normally. And, this guy can’t stand the heat. When we’ve been out for a long time in doggy hours (30 minutes or so), he stands at the back door to go in. He wants to go to his bed and nap. We have to coax him to stay outside. This is our summer. Soon (I think) it will be too hot to sit outside. Our days will go to the 90’s F and the nights 75F. The humidity will be oppressive all the time and we’ll be stuck in the house. again. like all last winter. Sense of dread. OK. I’m borrowing trouble (or reality). I’m enjoying it while we have it. Even if the temps climb to the 90’s it isn’t hideous unless the humidity is high. So far, so good.
And, yes, my mother chats with her puppy. Dogs do respond to talking. It increases their vocabulary and makes them more sociable. This guy is sociable. Big time. You have a good one!