I heard someone say that we were in the “Dog Day’s of Summer” and they said it in kind of negative way.  I, being slightly offended, decided I would research what the “Dog Day’s of Summer” meant.

 

 

 

Apparently, the term was used by the Greeks and the Ancient Romans.  It was in reference to Sirius, the brightest star in the heavens beside the Sun.

 

 

 

 

 

The dog days were the days when Sirius, the Dog Star, rose just before or at the same time as the sunrise.

 

 

 

 

 

 

These crazy people sacrificed a brown dog at the beginning of the Dog Days to appease the rage of Sirius, believing that the star was the cause of the hot weather.

 

 

 

 

 

 

In recent America, the term has frequently been used in reference to the stock market.  Typically, summer is a very slow time for the stock market, and additionally, poorly performing stocks with little future potential are frequently known as “dogs” (again, I am offended.)

 

 

 

 

Finally, to many people, the dog days of summer is used in reference to the conspicuous laziness of domesticated dogs during the hottest days of the summer.  (Apparently, these idiots think we should run around when it’s 110 degrees outside and have a heat stroke.)

So now you have some idea of how Dog’s have been abused in language over the years.  I hope you will think about these abuses and how they should be repaid.  I prefer denta-sticks or French fries.  I must now return to my nap.

I have come up with a great plan to sneak on the cruise.  If I can get this box into a suitcase, I think I will have it made.  It’s a tight fit.  Luckily, I have a couple months to shed a few pounds.  Cruise, here I come!

It’s Monday, I’m hard at work, as usual.  Just another typical Monday, but soon it would turn ugly.  I heard my grandma on the phone booking a CRUISE!  The whole family is going, except for Dory and I.

To this day I still cannot believe that they would leave me behind while they go on a vacation.  Have you ever seen anything so inconsiderate?  I like the water.  I go to the beach.  I like soaking up the rays.  And the buffet’s, don’t even get me started.   Why would I not enjoy this trip?  I don’t need my own room, I can share.  I sleep alot.  I eat alot.  I would fit right in!

 

 

But no, instead, I get to spend a week with little Satan-be-Evil.  Don’t even get me started on this little ball of sunshine.  At least I get to spend some time at my other grandparents.  Now, if only there was a way to send Satan-be-evil out to sea. . .

Finally, after over 6 years of being alive, I get to talk to the rest of the world!  I will post every chance i get, but it is hard for me to get up to the computer (the chair has to be in just the right position).  I have a lot of opinion’s, and I consider myself to be an expert in area’s such as dog food, treats, sleeping and napping. I, oh, wait a minute, my master is coming. I better . . .