As you may remember from a post earlier this year, I had my arm cut open after pregging one too many cows. The joys of surgery and nearly losing my mind being restricted from doing much of anything were enough to make a guy think twice about what he’s doing with his life. 

They call them the dog days of summer. I always figured it was because a person felt like lying in the shade all day and barking at folks that bothered him, like an old cow dog.