when it gets hot it's important to be cool, and to be cool like foster grant on the midwestern riviera is almost too good.  Anywho (as they say here in the middle of the world) the lake it flipped yesterday and it was cold as the bottom on top and my skin felt like a baby shark, but today it did a half flip back and was bee-utiful. copp got jealous of lily and kept giving me one paw and the other in appeal. and lily oh, she was skinny like copp in her summer hair and gaining daily in confidence and trust she swam out even in the shy-making waves. yay lily. then i hugged copp a lot and swam out hugging him in the water. then we saw a dicing photog from the trib who took a picture and who might just find this here blog.

thinking back to yesterday's idealism it occurs to me i'd rather stay naive and idealistic or be a dog and i have no choice anyway i'd rather bump against the cynical world sometimes and in the bumping learn pride and to flow around the jagged parts of the world. Rather than become cynical like the big business government thugs.