Dog Daze

[426 words] When I was a small boy in North Georgia I used to hear the older folks speak of “Dog Days.” I never quite understood what that meant but I got the idea it meant I couldn’t go swimming for fear of catching a fever or something worse. I suppose every part of the country has different phrases to describe some part of a season where things are strongly affected by the weather. It seems to me that dog days used to be in later August and maybe over into “hot” September. Well, it may be a bit early for those traditional “Dog Days” but as I remember the long hot summers of the past, after a while all summers seem to wear on folks. It can take the energy right out of one. It’s entirely possible that a summer could feel more like “Dog Daze” if you’ll excuse…