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.”