it's officially summer in the city and i'm starting to question the effectiveness of my all-natural deodorant. mr. wiggins is keeping cool by laying spread eagle in the mud at the dog run as opposed to socializing and a thorough belly wipe-down has become routine before stepping a paw into the house.
at around 6:30pm every night gary opens his saxophone case down on broadway and plays for spare change. depending on where he parks himself we are often serenaded during dinner which then leads to a round of name that tune. by eight or so the heat breaks and we head outside with sam wiggins for a night walk.
oh we mosey around a few blocks while sam sniffs everything and everybody there is to be sniffed and sometimes there is a stop for ice cream. also, house slippers suffice.
pinkberry's summer flavor is cherry-- get on it.