With the dog days of August upon us, I thought I'd do a digital piece about the dog nights of August. Those hot and sticky nights that just are surreal in their discomfort. Tossing and turning while fighting with clingy sweaty bedding. Having to hop out of bed to hunt for the "singing" little bitch of a mosquito, that keeps attacking your head. That feeling of accomplishment of finally finding that little sucker and splattering it against the wall. Then followed by the feeling of disgust when you see it was full of blood.