Outside there is a feeling of REAL summer. High dewpoints motivate one to melt as they step outside. Or stink.





Run of the mill sunshine high above.





A panting pup.





Storm clouds exploding with growth.





Sweaty slick ground.





Nova cautiously relaxed on the patio.





Lets see how much she grows during the summer.





Pip follows me around the house and I like it. One of her newest tricks allows her to lift her paw and place it into our hand. I base my love on the definition of conscious, psychologically speaking, conscious is the obligation ultimately based in emotional attachment to another human being or in this case another living creature. Conscious does not exist without an emotional bond to someone or something and this is closely allied with the emotion we call love.