The Dog Days are a period of 40 days that begins on July 3rd and ends on August 11th. They are names in honor of the Dog Star, Sirius, which rises with the sun this time of year. Ancient cultures associated the rising of The Dog Star with the hottest days of the years. Thus, The Dog Days.
This little, 4-line poem is in honor of The Dog Days.
Dog Days bright and clear
Indicate a happy year.
But when accompanied by rain
For better times we hope in vain.
- Anonymous
Actually, to be honest, every day is dog day. To a dog any day that includes food is a great day. And a walk. Walks are good. Walks are great. Even in human and weredog forms I love to walk. I don't understand why more people don't walk. So many people seem to lump walking right in there with taxes. Matter of fact, if McCain or Obama got up behind a podium and declared, "Read my lips! No new walking!" he would win by a landslide.
Actually, if either if them tried that, he would get whacked. There is too much corporate wealth riding on the explosion of obesity and diabetes in this country. Therefore, walking is bad. And if any serious effort managed to turn the tide of flab sweeping over this country, Madison Avenue would come out with a robust campaign that reframed obesity and sold the idea that skinny people are neo-communists, whatever that is. Liberals, I guess.
Anyway, have to go. Sheila is here. We have to go to a pack meeting. By the way, she just assured me that Dog Days are not for all dogs. Sheila is a malamute, and the most gorgeous weremalamute you ever saw. Maybe that will get me lucky. Wish me luck.
Fresh meat.
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