We're going through our summer heatwave. I realize that a couple of days hitting 100 degrees is nothing compared to what the rest of the world is going through, but we're not used to it so we're all dragging around here.
This photo was from a couple weeks ago, during the Olympics. Gill and Sully were bored with the synchronized diving and so displayed their own competition: synchronized sleeping.
I must admit, I'm not getting much heavy lifting out of Joan. Then again, she's not getting much heavy lifting out of me.
When you're done bouncing around I'm a good place to land.
UPDATE: The caption on the picture indicates "Bob and Gilly" and Gilly really is my new bestest buddy, but this was actually his little bro, Sully, who has freckles on his nose. Sully is a little farther down on my bestest buddy list. But what do I know? My eyes were closed.
They are a nice family in the complex where I live. Arabella is good at being endearing. I saw the father this morning and asked how she did. He gave her some of her treats, she loves her treats, and she ended up sleeping with them. She has a way of insinuating herself into people's hearts.
So I guess everything's okay. That's good.
When I showed up at Joanie's today she was working in the front yard and Gilly and Sully were out with her on leashes. Gilbert gets ecstatic when he sees me. He starts yelping and getting all doggie devotional. So I gave him a good rubbing and scratching and that seemed to satisfy him. The guys will help me manage the transition to catlessness.
That's Mount Hood in the distance, overlooking the Columbia River. Joan and I took the dogs down to a park along the river on Thursday. Gilly would chase after sticks thrown into the water but Sully, being the less adventurous, just stood onshore and watched.
We saw this piece of driftwood which apparently has become home to several different plants growing out of it.