July ends with a sleepy anticlimax

T.S. Eliot's poem, The Hollow Men, ends with what amounts to a gloomy chant: "This is the way the world ends/ This is the way the world ends/ This is the way the world ends/ Not with a bang but a whisper."

Well, we here at The Blog of Days can't say for sure how the world may end, but July sure ends with a whimper. The Usual Suspects offer competing suggestions: Mutt's Day (for the dog of random heritage in your life) -- or Uncommon Instrument Awareness Day (for the afficionado of the euphonium or valve trombone in your life, per brownielocks.com) -- or Fill-in-the-Blanks Day (which sounds a whole lot like 'insert your own made-up, microminiholidayette here').

I suppose Mutt's Day must win, if only because there are so many mutts out there.

And these are the "Dog Days of Summer."

And... every dog must have it's day?