Pant. . .Pant. . .Pant

Pant. . . pant. . . pant. . . I have been doing a lot of that lately, because the weather has been warm. Sitting in the canoe in the scorching sun can be tough sometimes. I mostly nap through it, but sometimes it is even so hot that I have a hard time falling asleep. Then I sit up and stick my tongue way out and pant. Dave complains about my breath when I do this – as if I can help it. I’m sure my breath would smell better if they fed me more lard. . . Anyway. . .

I am glad that we aren’t stuck in the canoe all the time. Lately, Dave and Amy paddle for a while and then we get out. We either portage (and I carry that darn pack) or they take off without me. If they leave me on shore, then I go crashing along the bank, chasing after them.

If I have to chase them, I usually end up swimming. I used to really dislike this, but now I am getting used to it. Actually, in this hot weather I kind of enjoy taking a dip. I’ll even wade in the water when we stop for lunch or at the end of the day when Dave and Amy are setting up camp.

 

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