Hiya! It is I, Bruce. Today I am here to tell you about the phenomenon known as DOG DAYS.
Now, I was frankly very excited when I heard there were some DAYS named after DOG. If it was up to me, such days would involve many favourite DOG things: things such as SWIM, STICK, SNOOZE, SNACKS, RUN, and the occasional POTATO. I was quite sad when I discovered that DOG DAYS are apparently nothing to do with DOG at all. It seems that DOG DAYS are named after someone called Sirius, who apparently shines brightly in the night sky at this time of year. Well, I can tell you that I’ve looked up there at night and I can’t see him or his dogs anywhere. Whoever or wherever he is, I don’t think this Sirius bloke has much to do with actual dogs at all. In fact, as far as I can tell, like many issues of major concern to humans, DOG DAYS really just seem to be about the weather.
At this time of year, it is often hot. When it is hot, the flowers bloom, and the bees buzz.
. . . When it is hot Kate likes to knit outside.
. . . Tom likes to wear his shorts, and we all like to go out walking . . .
. . . I get to run around
. . . cool off in a stream
. . . and enjoy a swim even more than usual.
At night, we camp out in the van
. . . and get up early to enjoy the sunrise.
In fact, now I come to think of it, the human definition of DOG DAYS is pretty much exactly like the DOG one . . . apart from the notable absence of POTATOES. Ah well, I live in hope.
See you soon, love Bruce xx