The dog woke us earlier than usual today. She seemed to know that the weathermen were lying when they said the heat would break today. We walked around the block. We chased bunnies and squirrels and barked at dedicated early morning runners. Then, back home, we harvested our little tomato plant. Did I mention the poodle likes tomatoes?

She also likes to bark at passing children and dogs from the safety of our third story deck. I tried to explain that she doesn’t need to protect us. She tilted her head like I was speaking in tongues then ate the tomato I offered.

The poodle life doesn’t seem so bad.