There’s just something about summer evenings. When the sun goes down in Texas, you still feel the summer heat. You hear the buzz of all the insects and and are on the lookout for mosquito bites. Though I’m a little nostalgic for those Texas nights, the cool, still air of Southern California at dusk sure is nice. We took Kip to the dog park one evening, and it was relaxing watching all the dogs, whose owners had just come home from work, play.