You may remember in my last post, I mentioned the Will Smith song, Summertime, with all of the joy of our new found weather. Well, that was before a hot Saturday spent at Dadda's work picnic. Now, don't get me wrong, the picnic was awesome. But the heat. Oh, the heat. Well, you can see by just looking at the little guy. At one point, during lunch, he even said he wasn't hungry (that didn't stop him from a healthy portion of cake and a grape slushy).
Luckily, we rushed home to the pool. Where we encountered a massive party by our neighbor two doors down (complete with the biggest white tent ever seen). That didnt stop us, probably due to a mild heat stroke. We proudly put on our swimsuits, let the dogs out to bark, and headed to the pool, after all we suffered from heat dilerim. All was going well Their party with the banging music. Our splash, spash and barking dogs. Perfect equilibrium. That is until.....someone turned off the music and stated, time for the bride and groom's first dance. Which promptly led us to dash out of the pool to the house, leaving a barking Trojan behind to fend for herself. And fend she did. As in, barking (loudly) during the entire first dance
Summer, Summer Summertime. Summertime.
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