Don’t worry friends. This isn’t me. My friend Joe texted the photo to me tonight. Let this be a lesson…..if the temperature says 100 degrees…and that’s in the shade….DON’T GO OUTSIDE!!!!!!

I have to give a big shout out to my Aunts Kelly, Kate and Deb. Thanks for asking about me tonight. Mom told me when she got home from the House of Sugar Cubes. I don’t know what could be so interesting about sugar cubes and why they need a whole house, but it must have been fun because it’s the middle of the night and I should be sleeping instead of pacing the floor waiting for mom to get home safely. I heard everyone made generous donations to the city tonight except Aunt Kate. The sugar cube house gave her money. Lucky Aunt Kate!

It’s waaaay past my bedtime and it’s supposed to be 105 degrees later today. But there’s no such thing as global warming right? Tell that to my friend with the melted face. That could be me on my next stroll outside.

Hey kid, want to come swimming at my house?

Stay cool and hydrated!

Love, Pugsley

Happy Independence Day everyone. Today I’m sharing a poem that I received by email from my Aunt Karen. So in between your barbeques, parades and fireworks, let’s remember the significance of July 4, 1776.

Love, Pugsley

I PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO THE FLAG
OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

AND TO THE REPUBLIC, FOR WHICH IT STANDS
ONE NATION UNDER GOD
INDIVISIBLE, WITH LIBERTY  AND JUSTICE FOR ALL!

For all of our military personnel, where ever they may be.
Please support all of the troops defending our Country.

And God Bless all our Military, who are protecting our Country for our Freedom.  Thanks to them, and their sacrifices, we can celebrate the 4th of July.

We must never forget who gets the credit for the freedoms we have,
for which we should be eternally grateful.

I watched the flag pass by one day,
It fluttered in the breeze.

A young Marine saluted it,
And then he stood at ease.

I looked at him in uniform;
so young, so tall, so proud.
With hair cut square and eyes alert,
he’d stand out in any crowd.

I thought how many men like him
had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil;
how many mothers’ tears?

How many pilots’ planes shot down?
How many died at sea?
How many foxholes were soldiers’ graves?
NO, FREEDOM ISN’T FREE!

I heard the sound of Taps one night,
when everything was still.
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.

I wondered just how many times
That Taps had meant ‘Amen.’
When a flag had draped a coffin
of a brother or a friend.

I thought of all the children,
of the mothers and the wives,
of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.

I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea.
Of unmarked graves in Arlington .
NO FREEDOM ISN’T FREE

Enjoy Your Freedom
and
God Bless Our Troops.

Of all the gifts you could give a U.S. Soldier, prayer is the very best one.

We canines get a bad rap from the postal workers. Maybe they just don’t listen to us!!!