"BOILING" has become a staple in the daily descriptive communications that go on betwixt James and me. It is both appropriate, and gross. The thought of a person...boiling...is not really too appetizing. Alas, it is how Jay looks and feels when we have to walk more than 3 blocks (It should be mentioned that he is usually in navy blue and wearing pants...and speed walks), and it is the MOST frequently used word in his vocabulary, and tends to rub off on those around him.

Enter Buka.
Summer, for those with fur, is an unpleasant time. James is only mildly furry, but poor poor Buka. She wears 2 coats of thick long black fur all year, and as we enter the peak of the dog days of summer, she has entered her peak of annoying behavior. She drags behind you on walks, but refuses to go inside. She is barking at everything she sees, especially poor sweet lovable Otis. And she is overall acting like a jerk

Buka is boiling, just like her dad. She and Jay hate summer as much as I hate Sam Champion (he is fingernails on the chalkboard of my heart). They are quite the pair on their afternoon walks. Both overdressed, boiling, and in a terrible mood.

Pray for Otis and me, that we make it through these terrible, boiling dog days of summer.