Midnight Run

Up until this week it has been a very hot and humid summer. So humid, in fact, that for the past two weeks I have not been able to take my daily evening walk. And that is not for lack of trying on K's part. K, my human, tried for a few evenings to get me to walk, but I would have none of it. At the first attempt I let K take me as far as the beginning of the path across the street, then I refused to go any further. So home we went. The second attempt saw me go as far as the driveway. K kept trying to convince me to keep going but I woofed 'no way, no how!' By the third attempt, on yet another very hot and humid night, I would not even move off the back deck, so K finally relented and let me be in the heat and humidity. Well, K was feeling bad that I was not getting any exercise so at about 10 p.m. every night K has been freeing (unleashing) me. Ah, the joy of freedom! I usually spend the first couple of hours of freedom just chillin' on the back deck. At around midnight Silvius and I take off for our run, but I am not sharing where we go or what we do, as that is between us dogs. Suffice it to say, though, some of the animals around the neighborhood are beginning to call Silvius and I rebel rousers! Alas, humidity is not just cruel in daylight, it is just as brutal under the moonlight. As you can see from the pictures above, when I return from my midnight runs, usually after 1 a.m., I am awfully hot and panting up a storm. K thought I looked funny with my tongue hanging out as I panted to cool down, so she tried to take a bunch of photos. However, I was in no mood for photos, and I certainly did not find it amusing. As you can see, I tried to ignore K but she managed to get some photos. I refused to let her post the others as they are by no means flattering. I mean, rabble-rouser or not, I have my dignity. I'm just sayin'...