It's too hot for a walk. This is an objective truth.
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Bruiser's desire for a walk literally makes him blurry. |
But Bruiser is quite clear that he needs a walk. At 10 p.m., the time is now. We held him off for maybe 45 minutes after that, just to let the temperature fall a few more degrees.
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there's AC in that house. just fyi. |
So we gather our character and our fortitude and the leash.
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'Let's get a move on, you guys.' |
We take a short route. Bruiser isn't as young as he once was (unlike the rest of us, whose youth springs eternal, although a mite grouchy with the heat, not that anyone's counting).
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the moon, acting predictably beautiful. |
Full, or almost full, moon--it's a beautiful night. Point conceded, Bruiser. Now let's get in there and make the most of that swamp cooler.
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