August 13, 2003
In Yoga, we have a pose called the 'Lion.' Dusty did the 'Lion' all afternoon.
4:00 p.m.
Okay, it's hot out. And the hotter it gets, the bigger and sloppier Dusty's tongue gets. A few weeks ago, my dog had a normal, dog-sized tongue. Lately, her tongue has grown to the point that I no longer talk about walking my dog. I now talk about walking my dog's tongue.
So today, I put the Tongue on a leash and walked her to Churchill Park. We had a great time, but the Tongue was hot. Worried that the Tongue might overheat, we took it easy with lots of breaks underneath shady trees. I think the Tongue had a good time running around in the park, but she was glad to get home.
Now, the Tongue is underneath my desk (apparently the shadiest spot in the apartment). I have a rotating fan on and every so often I'll hear a blissful sigh as the fan rotates in her direction.
I'm hoping that sometime this afternoon, the Tongue will tranform back to a dog again.