It is summer. It is hot and horrible. It is about to be fall. I hate everything. Yeah, summer is hot, then fall has trash everywhere. Trash. Nature just likes to trash itself. Spring is the only time of the year that matters. Why can't it always be spring? My mind ponders these very important thoughts as my silver paws carry my pristine form through the field.

I hate being hot, but I know how to cool down and become the perfect amount of warm. I had done this before, and I am doing it again. My white and silver form is careful among the grasses, choosing the more clear paths when possible. I gotta avoid the terrible things in life like that grass that sticks to you and stuff.

I reach the sandy beach and the water. I sigh as I shake myself off real quick. My eyes stare daggers in the direction of the sun for a moment, before I walk slowly into the water. It feels nice, probably a bit warm, but still cooler than the air seems to be. I eventually go to the point where I am swimming, so I can get to the small island. There is a nice big tree and a rock that I like to lay on, and today seems like a good day. I swim onto the island and shake my fur out. I take a deep breath, and with head high lope to the rock under the tree, where I proceed to lay on my belly with front paws crossed neatly before me. Nobody better ruin this damn day for me, or they are going to get it.