The dogs interrupted yoga this morning. They've gotten used to mom's strange habit of unrolling a mat in the living room and usually ignore me completely, so when they both teamed up to get my attention and wouldn't give it up, I had to listen. We'd had a heavy rain last night so the morning heat was about three degrees less oppressive, and they knew it, and wanted a walk. We've been on very, very short walkies, business only, because the heat index has been hovering at a balmy 105 degrees. Welcome to August in Florida.
So I cut my morning yoga short, got dressed, and took them for a stroll. They were right, the weather was tolerable. We saw two armadillos (at least, Sophie and I saw them, Murphy was oblivious). Sophie wanted to run over to greet them, but they were busy doing armadillo things, so I dragged her away, protesting. No pictures I'm afraid - I was juggling two leashes and a poop bag at that point, and the Boston Terrier at the end of one of the leashes was putting up a very determined effort to follow the most interesting little creatures she'd ever seen. One of the "little creatures" was bigger than she is, and though I don't think armadillos are ever aggressive, I wasn't going to let her get closer than six feet away. She was very, very disappointed, but I really didn't need to explore the wonders of a dog and armadillo encounter when I was already 15 minutes late for showering for work.
Work. Oh, my. Interesting times continue.