April 16, 2010

  Wow!  Eighty-one degrees and it's not quite noon.  Big mistake walking back in the 'Greens' today.  I thought poor Elvis was going to die.  The poor little dog barely made it home-every spot of shade we came across he had to lay in, tongue lolling out, and refused to move.  But since I'm the human and should have realized how hot it was getting before we went so far I had no choice but to stay right there beside him.  Everytime he stopped I thought for sure I'd have to carry him home-but then he'd find the energy to make to the next patch of shade.  We did this all the way down 4th Ave. ext. -about a 1/4 mile- which is a long way when your legs aren't even a foot high!  Funny thing though, as soon as he caught a glimpse of the house he ran-pulling me and Fuggo- until he hit that porch.  It was so chilly yesterday and the day before that I really did not think it was going to be this warm today.  Guess I should have listened to John Bernier last night.  I know better now.  

  Sitting there on the edge of someone's yard under the shade of a very big tree- the tree was no where near the edge of the yard but the shadow was- taking one of Elvis' breaks, I thought about the ocean and going to Kiptopeke State Park.   Kiptopeke is right on the edge of the Delmarva Penninsula on the bay.  There are two beaches there-one for humans and one for dogs.  You know where we were-the doggie beach!  The dogs had the time of their lives out there.  We stayed on that beach all day-well 'daddy' went fishing off the pier.  Fuggo chased a crab into the water-funniest thing.  He had never seen a crab before.  He kept looking at it, looking at me. Then back to the crab.  Then back to me.  It was as if he were trying to say, "Momma, look at this funny thing.  What the hell is it?  Momma, check it out!"   I wished I had had my camara then.  But the best was watching Elvis trying to fight the waves.  Every wave that came in he had to grawl and bite at.  Then the wave would go out and he'd chase it.  Wave would come back in and there would be running then growling and biting.  People thought I was a little nuts because I was laughing so hard.  Eventually, he got use to them and actually enjoyed getting in the water.  (This struck me as odd since he hates a bath).  Fuggo never really took to the water but he was mesmerized by everything on the beach. 

   Sitting there in that man's yard under the shade of his tree this morning had me wishing I could take them back there.  But living off unemployment (and what meager bit I get from my shop) doesn't really allow for vacation.   Oh, well, I have faith.  I know things will turn around if we just keep trying.  In the meantime, I think I will make some iced tea and chill out with my 'boys'.  After all, it's Friday.  The weekend can come a bit early.  Enjoy!