Dog Days of Summer

It's early. While I drink my coffee I'm enjoying one of my favorite morning rituals -- reading my blog comments. Twyla's being impatient and has jumped up on my ottoman, staring me down, willing me to shut my laptop and take her outside.

A couple of hours later and I'm feeling kinda lazy. It's now 8:25 a.m. as I write this and it's already 85 degrees! So much to do today -- a few shower cap orders and an apron to stitch. Blaming my lack of motivation on my lazy assistant... This is the beautiful live oak tree that shades her in the mornings:

By about 10:00 each morning she's whinning and howling like someone's beating her (she's very dramatic). She wants air conditioning. On the way in to the house, she snuck up on the porch swing (look at that guilty face -- she knows she's not supposed to be there):

Two minutes after I bring her in the house she's fast asleep on top of the back cushions of the couch....I look at her and she makes me sleepy. Must.not.look.at.Twyla!