The Good Stuff

My parent's friends the Schommers have three collies. Busy busy dogs. When it's hot out, or just any old time, one of them has been working on this lounge-crater in the dirt/gravel/rubble spot near the picnic table. She digs a round, shallow hole to get to the cooler dirt underneath and then sprawls in it. Willow has been visiting them with my parents while they talk about building processes, jerry-rigged t.v. antenna's and school. At some point, the whole idea of cool dirt = sweet chilaxin' grounds must have clicked because tonight we watched her (pretty feebly) paw at the dirt and then gingerly lower herself onto the dirt gravel. Two hours later she was still there, sound asleep.

We all thought she looked a bit like an archaeological dig.
Chilaxin' in 90 degree shade.