Irony of ironies

Just sayin' 1 Minute

Summer loves winter.

She runs around the snow-covered back yard, digging her ball out and making snow angels. It takes heroic measures to convince her to come inside. 

She is a winter dog.

Did we goof when we named her Summer?

Or does she carry the warmth and delight of the summer season all year round?

All I know for sure is: Summer loves winter.

Published by WarrenBluhm

Wordsmith and podcaster, Warren is a reporter, editor and storyteller who lives near the shores of Green Bay with his two golden retrievers, Dejah and Summer. Author of Ebenezer, It's Going to Be All Right, Echoes of Freedom Past, Full, Refuse to be Afraid, Gladness is Infectious, 24 flashes, How to Play a Blue Guitar, Myke Phoenix: The Complete Novelettes, A Bridge at Crossroads, The Imaginary Bomb, A Scream of Consciousness, and The Imaginary Revolution.

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