From Bright Lights to Lightning Bugs
In most places, summer begins when the calendar says so. But here in Belle Bayou, we mark the season’s arrival by a far more reliable sign: the moment our dogs begin shedding with the enthusiasm of children tossing confetti at a parade.
This year, Buddy, Rebel, and Ruger have outdone themselves. Every morning, I sweep enough fur to assemble a mediumsized dog. By afternoon, I’ve gathered enough for …