It’s that time of year again.
Our family has now logged in eight straight weeks of summer vacation. We have spent countless sultry days at the lake, eaten gallons of ice cream, lit sparklers, chased fireflies. Our annual trip to the Maine coast has come and gone. I am tired of weeding the garden. My daughters have stayed up late binge watching “The Clone Wars” so often that it feels routine. “What are we doing today?” they ask each morning, and – although much of what I thought we’d do this summer has been left undone – I am running out of ideas. School remains weeks away.
The dog days: In our house, they aren’t so much about the weather as they are about a fuzzy, sultry, oppressive state of mind.
This year, however, my daughters have taken the concept of the dog days literally, by renewing their campaign for a puppy.
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