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Dog Days of August

Dog Days of August

When my friend has something to say,
He lets me know in his own way.
He wags his tail, and pricks his ears,
And barks out loud for me to hear.

Sometimes he’ll act ridiculous
And gets downright cantankerous,
And tongue pants while looking around,
Disgusted when I don’t respond.

And then, for fun, I’ll stare him down,
But he doesn’t flinch, blink, or hound.
He’s the boss and calls the shots,
And when it’s time to go, we hop.

Lucky and I were born in August
During the dog days, which are the hottest.
As the years flew by, we got older.
His face whitened, and I grew taller.
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Note:
   The month of August is named after Augustus Caesar (aka Octavian, 63 BC–14 AD), the first Roman emperor, who reigned from 27 BC until his death in 14 AD. August babies are considered lucky.
   In the Northern Hemisphere, the “Dog Days” of summer are usually very hot and humid and last about forty days, from July 3 to August 11. They are so known since Roman times because Sirius (aka the Dog Star), located in the constellation Canis Major (The Great Dog), rises at the same time.

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