Well, that’s quite a description, but then again they are quite the pair … a pair of English Bulldogs that is. When I make my morning trek to the Park, I often see them, walking two abreast, hogging the sidewalk, with their pet mom hovering close behind. She is a rather slight woman and they heave and ho on their leads and pull her forward. The pair will stop on a dime, as dogs are often wont to do, to sniff or investigate everything that crosses their path. They generally travel on the opposite side of the street as me, but sometimes I’ll get aggravated by an automatic or oscillating sprinkler in my path, so, despite being a creature of habit, I’ll growl about the inconvenience to myself and simply cross to the other side of the street and walk there. After exchanging pleasantries a few times with the trio, I finally asked the woman who walks them if I could take their picture. “Of course” was the answer. I had to move quickly to get a few shots, while they twisted and turned their large heads this way and that, all the while emitting alot of slobber. I waited to see if they would both look at me at the same time, but they were rather disinterested, so several blurry images were about all I ended up with for my efforts. So, why were pooches the post for today? Well, I was sure I’d melt into a pool of sweat before I got inside to chug down the chocolate milk, because doggone it, today felt like the Dog Days of Summer.