Hey, guys. So a couple summers ago I went to the boat races with Greg and my mama, “Ol’ 99”. I almost didn’t get to go ’cause it was so hot. I heard them sayin’ words like, “stay home” and “too hot”, so I wagged my tail real hard and acted like I was goin’ anyway, and it worked! I got to go, and DANG, was it ever a good time! Greg and “Ol,99” spent the day wadin’ in and out of the water with me, takin’ photos of those boats speedin’ around in circles. Cool water never felt soooooo good than on that hot summer day, but did it ever taste BAD! I kept trying’ to drink it and it kept tasting like soap every time. So we all had to drink water out of the gallon jug. When we’d had enough of wadin’ in that soapy water, we’d lounge in the soft grass and soak up some of that hot summer sun. Wow- what a great day that turned out to be. I sure like bein’ a dog.