The Heat

The poor girls are not used to heat.  As many of you know, I am slow, very slow, to turn the furnace on in the house.  So, we endure rather cool winters here.  By the time the sun hits Seattle, the girls have grown quite a bit of fur as a result of living in "the coolest house on the block," and we're not talking architecture!

Nothing, however, that nice dips in the Sound or in a river can't solve.  The girls know summer means swim lessons!

Murphy's Day.