Oooooh, my tongue is long. It must be dragging on the sand. I need an ade, a lemonade, a limeade, a Powerade, a doggade, can someone please give a pup some ade. It’s not even officially summer, and I am doggone HOT. Yupster. H.O.T. We went to the river last night. I chased sticks into the water for the first time. Some kids threw them for me. On about the tenth one, I was running in the water and all of a sudden my legs went out from me. The ground was gone. I was sinking. I became a submarine. I needed a straw, a snorkel, a breath apparatus. Felt desparate, panicked, very alarmed. I struggled to the surface, grasping for air, gasping for a breath, and gulp, got water. I was vertically with just my snout out. I was drowning. I’m not built to swim. I felt like a lead weight. I tried to envision myself as a feather. I saw Anne coming for me. Somehow I caught a paw on some sand. Then two, three, four paws. I’m safe. Not sure what happened. Now I feel tentative to chase a stick. Boy, it’s hot.