What on earth was ever meant by that? It seems that somewhere, somehow, someone equated the most miserable time of the year to dogs. Heck, my dogs don’t like it at all. They go outside to do their business, look around and head right back to the A/C. August doesn’t sit high on my list either. Down here in Southeast Texas, it is the time of high temps, high humidity, high populations of flies, and bad attitude from all those listed. It is also the time of the year when people in my neck of the woods start paying attention to the tropics, particularly the Gulf of Mexico. Just as we are getting out of the heat and the bugs, here come the hurricanes. Thankfully, we don’t get them every year. I had never experienced one of those monsters ‘til 2008. You folks up in Northeast Arkansas get a storm, and it is gone in a couple of hours. With something like Ike, who came ashore as Cat 2 with sustained winds of 110 mph, you have 12 hours or more sitting and listening to nonstop banshee like screaming of the wind, your whole house shaking, rain in sheets, and the potential of catastrophic flooding if you are situated in the wrong place. That doesn’t include the possibility of tornados that these storms can spawn. Anyway, I told Kerry, never again. If one comes our way, I plan on taking a long road trip elsewhere.