"i am the dog???"

i decided to have a separate blog for camp stories, as there will be a lot of them. i'll only be able to update on weekends of course, but i plan on writing throughout the week and dumping them all on everyone as soon as i get my computer back in my hands.
i figure everyone is confused by the title. the reasoning is three-fold.

1. this is a, i guess the right word would be "strange", summer. it's different, almost too much so. i don't really feel at home here right now. it was only last night that i got closure about it and found i could handle it. there will be more later. but since the term "dog days" is talking about the hot days in the summer when you're dragging and don't feel like doing anything, i figured that described where i am in my little "career" here. i'm definitely dragging. i am not on top of my game and i don't want campers to come tomorrow. i am scared to death of what this could mean. so, these are my dog days and this is where i will write about them.

2. the lighter side of it is that i'm learning more ways every day that i am like a dog. i wrote this analogy when warning the new staff about my, er, exuberant personality.  
you know how when you go to someone's house for the first time and they have an extremely jumpy but totally harmless dog? it won't hurt you, it just gets excited, and then when it calms down it just loves everybody? well, camp is like the house, and i'm like the dog.
so then tuesday night, claire and tori and me were sitting in cabin 7, and claire mentions one word about going outside to run, and i get all excited and jump up to go, and the whole room busts out laughing and say i'm like a little puppy that wants to go play.
finally last night, me and cici were talking, and i was getting better and she pointed out more little comparisons.
dogs are loyal. they love people. they hate to be alone. they never run out of energy. they're always ready to play. kids love them. they have really expressive eyes that you can always look at and tell what they're feeling. they stay puppies on the inside for a long, long time.
and they cry when their masters leave them.
that last one was one i had never thought of, ever. but it's the most true one.

3. and for a totally unrelated-to-camp reason, i had the song 'dog days are over' by florence and the machine stuck in my head when i was contemplating titles, so that helped.