It Happens Every Summer

Yet another reason to love summer: Hugh does a lot of the cooking. Which, in his case, means grilling.

Rowdie is a huge fan of summer for this reason as well. Of course, his affection for the chore stems not from knowing that he won't have to slave over a hot stove but from the anticipation of something yummy accidentally slipping off the grill and into his gaping maw.

As often as this actually happens-that would be never-you would think the dog would get tired of the wait but; he never does.

He just might be the biggest optimist among us and that's saying a lot.

Next time...oh, yes, next time...