The Puddinette and I sat out on the patio last night when it became inexplicably temperate for one glorious night, giving us a brief moment of respite from this year’s July Hellscape. Being the nerds we are, of course, we broke out a sky view app on my phone, which identified for us all the amazing celestial bodies in the night sky.
These socks were clearly the perfect choice, then, this morning.
Smoky, as usual, doesn’t seem to care. But he has a red plastic squeaker, liberated from some poor previously-stuffed animal, which is apparently just as good as knowing where Jupiter is when you’re a dog. Who am I to argue?