I love you, summer.

You know that feeling of getting in a car that has been simmering all day, and it’s so hot it takes your breath away, the leather seats burning your thighs? I love it.

You know that feeling of going for an early morning jog (or walk with the dog) and the dew on the grass feels cool against your ankles? I love it.

Playing all day at the beach and coming home salty and sandy? I love it.

Summer may be the season of the bugs, but I’ll take it over the season of the snow shovels any day.  And although Coco seems to love a romp in the snow, I don’t think she minds the extra walks she gets, and the added time spent at the dog park.

Happy summer everyone. Now if you’ll excuse me, it’s time to go for a r-i-d-e in the c-a-r to the d-o-g-p-a-r-k.