Friday, August 1, 2008

heat and energy

The higher the temperature goes, the less energy left in me, but also the less left to Luther, puppius indomitabilis.

Perhaps not so bad an exchange.


Lee Anne said...

Oh, I agree. A twenty-minute walk around the neighborhood is about all that Barley and I can stand. He's sleeping at my feet as I type.

Luther is a handsome young lad!

prophet said...

ah yes. The welcome relief of "Oh, thank God, I think he's asleep!"

We're finding puppy teeth everywhere. . . .

How old is Barley these days? [hint, hint - we haven't seen a picture of him in a while. . . . what a character!]