Yesterday I went up to Petsmart and spent a ton of money on the pets. Kody dog needed food, a new bone, a new brush and a new boodah ball. The fish needed food and filters. The backyard birds needed black oil sunflower seeds and thistle. Dusty needed his fancy hairball formula Science Diet food, cat litter, and since I was in a buying mood I picked him up a package of "Fashion Mice". Not fuzzy mice, fashion mice, they are........well dressed fashionably I guess.

When I got home I gave Dust his fashion mice, he was partial to the one wearing a hot pink hat, and I through Kody's boodah ball out into the back yard. I then went out to the backyard to mow the lawn. It was 102 degrees out when I foolishly decided to mow the lawn. Why then? Who knows. Now I am out there sweating like a pig or horse (did you know pigs don't sweat) pushing that lawnmower. I'm working hard. Really hard, god I was so hot. Do you want to know what my pets were doing?

Dusty was laying in the window watching me from his little perch. The air conditioner vent blows right to that spot. So I could see fatty in the window, playing with his hot pink fashion mouse and his fur moving to and fro from the 72 degree cold air coming out of the vent. And the dog..........well the whole time I was out there he was cooling off in the pool with his new ball. I would make a pass with the mower and look over at the pool and see Kody just swimming around and around. And to make matters worse their were 3 turkey vultures circling above me. I was dying from the heat but I wasn't quite dead yet!! Very unsettling. Well is it me or is something terribly wrong here?

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September 10, 2000