Summertime

I had some great ideas for things to do this summer.  I thought with the long sunny days we could go for long walks and spend hours at the park.  I thought we would be playing catch in the back yard. 

Nobody reminded me how HOT it gets in Florida in the summer.  I guess I forgot how the pavement becomes too hot to walk on and the air gets too heavy to breath.

It always seems like a great idea when mom gets down the leashes for an evening stroll, but halfway through I'm wishing we had that wagon and I could ride instead.  At least I keep up.  Rocky starts dragging behind, hanging his head, acting like a big baby.  I know he isn't that tired because as soon as another dog comes around, he starts jumping around in loco mode. 

This is what I look like after a long walk: