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Aug 29, 2005 14:49

It is muggy. It is hot. So, I did what any crazy person would do. I took the collie, the Hope and the grandson to walk around the resevoir.
Bernie sweats profusely in the heat - so there he was swinging a one pound weight and trudging around the res. He sat on a rock that had black ash on it and smeared his face. The dog, the wet dog, brushed up against him and smeared her shedding coat on his dark shorts.
When I brought him to his father I felt like I had some explaining to do..
No, he did not get hurt - actually he had fun. He ate well, had plenty to drink. He just really really needs a bath.

The first selectman saw us come out of there. Talk about mixed messages.
"What were you doing, taking a walk? Okay, I give you permission, but no one is supposed to be walking here because there have been fires. There should be no swimming because it is a resevoir, but it is an inactive one but there is no swimming anyway. If a trooper catches you down here he will tell you to leave, but you won't get a ticket. Have a nice day ma'am."
Ok...
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