Well, children, the summer is halfway over, I think. Probably not much more than a month before the onset of the season of relief.
The leaves decay, the leaves decay and fall,
And after many a summer dies the swan...
(Tennyson)
Sour Grapes Department
I received an email today stating that Macy, my hypothetical next dog, has already been adopted. Just as well, I suppose. She's a great Pyrenees, probably about as tall, on her hind legs, as Michael Crichton, and no doubt she eats her weight every day in Iams and beefsteak, and cats when she can get them.
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