Monday, July 13, 2009
This weekend we went to the lake again. I don't remember this many hot days in Texas ever. I swear if we have one more week of 100 plus temperatures I am switching circuses. It is so hot and we have seen so little rain over the last month that our backyard has developed several cracks. The largest crack is wide enough I can fit my entire hand in it (I have big hands) and I still can't reach or see the bottom of it. It is just plain miserable.
The only solution to beating the summer heat for a gal like me is hitting the lake. We've found a nice small cove that is mostly rock surface and nearly clear water. It is perfect for the kids and me. I'll do anything to keep that spot including crashing someone else's party if they get there before I do.
I think someone else had the same idea.
The kids were splashing in the water near the shore and I had wondered out to a deeper area with Lily. Everything was quiet until suddenly Lily's ears perked up and her barking began. I look up towards the bank and suprisingly saw two big dogs heading my way--jumping into the water and swimming towards me and Lily faster than I could call my husband over.
Alas, it was too late.
Lily doggie-paddled as fast as she could towards the shore and hunkered with her daddy. She just couldn't handle the big dogs.
But the kids could handle it!
I think the FIVE big dogs were the most excitement they have had for at least a week now anyway.
I'm pretty sure those are IBC Rootbeers those folks are holding.