There's nothing like jumping into the pool this time of year and soaking up the water.
It can be somewhat chilly but the dogs don't seem to mind.
Henny-Penny the smaller of our German Shepherds is the first to take the plunge.
She leaves Rebelle to wait her turn.
Writers Comment
The peaceful moments don't last long.
When both decide to hot the water together, I'm the last one to spoil their fun!
My mother. How could I forget her. I can't and wouldn't
want to. Imagine her, a young woman from Toronto's trendy old
Rosedale who goes to church one Sunday morning to discover
there's a young Anglican priest preaching from the pulpit.
She discovers he was Nathanael Clarke Wallace from
the small village of Woodbridge.
What did she do?
She introduced herself.
And fell in love with him.
Then what?
She married him.
Along came a daughter, Ann (who added an 'e' to it herself)
followed by a brother Nathanael Clarke Wallace 3. That's me.
Writer's comment: I remember thinking, or even saying
to my wife, Rosanne when she was having a baby, we'll
have to pick a name for him. George, Jack or...
She stared at me.
"What the hell is that all about?" she shot back.
"He already has a name. Nathaniel Clarke Wallace 4. So
live with it, Clarke!"
Amen to that.