Continuing with our climate-oriented theme this week . . .

After the warmest and most snowless winter I’ve seen since moving to Michigan 8 years ago, we are now enjoying what appears to be the driest, hottest summer yet.  Three-digit temperatures and nothing but crunchy yellow grass to roam on has left our crew a bit downtrodden.

BUSTER BROWN:  This weather sucks.

MOSE THE CAT:  Did you say something, dog?

BUSTER BROWN:  What’s wrong?  Is the heat ruining your plans for the day?

MOSE:  Yep, today was chipmunk-killing day.

BUSTER BROWN:  Isn’t every day chipmunk killing day?

MOSE THE CAT:  What would you be doing outside today if it weren’t so hot?

BUSTER BROWN:  Barking at invisible boogeymen and waiting at the door until somebody let me back inside.

MOSE THE CAT:  You’d never survive in the wild.

BUSTER BROWN:  Is that what mom meant when she told me peanut-butter Kongs don’t grow on trees?

MOSE THE CAT:  No, it’s what she means every time she smiles at your goofy face and tells you she loves your “little pea-brain.”