Meeting Conch

I had been planning a quiet afternoon in the air-conditioning with Wayne and Chuck but Wayne had ideas other than computing.

It was lovely and hot outside. Wayne and Chuck pride themselves on keeping the air quite warm now they are well south of St Louis as compared to me who likes his indoor chill.

The neighbors were out of town and their dog walker was charging horrendous sums to let the creature out so Wayne the decent fellow offered to help out. Wayne and Chuck will be taking excellent care of my beloved during our vacation this July.

Cheyenne and I waited in the shade for Wayne to collect the hound from upstairs and I was left to contemplate the value of a boob trappe?

Conch's home sits on an extra large waterfront park that Cheyenne found was full of new smells too check out. It was like a park for her.

Conch is young and full of energy alongside my older slower dog but they put up a good show in the blistering on sun. Wayne started to wilt and it was time to flee the scene. Conch's next scheduled outing was at dusk when temperatures drop a few noticeable degrees.

It was a quiet summer afternoon when human activity was noticeable by it's absence. Fat Albert, the air force blimp was among the clouds checking for intruders.

Last week 17 Cubans within sight of freedom were spotted by a busybody angler who called the Coastguard and because they were not touching land they were sent back to Cuba for re-education.

Wayne's favorite view he says, typical of fabulous Florida Keys scenery...myself I always enjoy sun glinting on palm frond:


But poor Wayne was over heated and had to get back to Chuck waiting patiently with ice and tea in the kitchen.

As lovely as it was outside Cheyenne promptly threw herself on the boys' terrazzo floor to cool off. Tis not the season for long walks!

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