Tis A Dog Day Afternoon.

I love these

dog days of summer,

howling with my gitfiddle

under the moons of June

July-ing In a Hammock

woofing down cold lemonade

in the shade

and raising my furry head

to August of Hot air

so much sweeter

then a dog's breath

I shed my winter coat,

unleash my penned up

inhibitions and frolic

like a puppy in the grass

and the sun,

I chase the.bone of a

grilled medium-well steak

with a fork and knife.

i stretch out four limbs

under a many limbed tree

and enjoy napping

under it's cool foilage.

i am often found

chasing butterflies

with my camera for that

perfect shot.

I am quite fond of rolling over

and rubbing my belly with

sun tan lotion,

a golden retriever

searching for that

perfect glowing suntan.

I like marking my territory

with a well hung hammock.

I am most happy in heat

rubbing up against

mother nature's finest massages,

warm fingers of sunlight

the soft tickles of grass.

I have an invisible fence

that circles the

inside of my house,

so that I can't go in

until the sun sets.

Unless I have to fetch

some food or drink

or simply avoid

watering the nearest tree.

It's a doggone shame

when summer ends

and the cold weather begins,

So excuse me while I forsake

my pawing at these buttons

and get back out to the

scents and sights of

a perfect day.

I have been penned up

in here too long

a setter when I want to be

A greyhound,

running fast and free

over vast fields of green.