It has been a long, hot summer in our happy little home. It has been more than a month since our beloved central air system breathed its last cold breath. I don’t know where it is now. Its body is still attached to the house, but its soul had departed. I wonder if it is at Rainbow Bridge keeping Foley cool.
I don’t pay much attention to the conversations that occur between Daddy and the strange people who arrive at the house to fix things. I am too busy barking at them to play with me or being told by Mommy to stop barking, to understand what they are talking about.
From the few words of the conversation that I could decipher the blame falls on someone named Warren T. I think Warren had promised to fix the air conditioner for five years after it was put in but now Warren doesn’t want to fix it after only two years. If I met this Warren, I would bite him.
We do have two window units. They do an adequate job of keeping the living room and bedroom cool. The kitchen is uncomfortable when it is humid out. The seldom used front room is a place where Foley can send her uncooperative minions. It is hotter than the hottest place.
The living room window unit blows right on mommy’s chair. River and I enjoy it. Mommy gets cold and has to use a blanket, which is super comfortable to lay on, and when we do the cold air ruffles our hair and cools us off. When we shut the bedroom door, the bedroom becomes the perfect sleeping temperature. When we are begging for food at the kitchen table, we are kind of hot, but it is food, so it is worth it.
I have heard my parents talking about trying to force Warren T to do the work. They might have to go to court to make sure Warren holds up his end of the bargain. I don’t know how successful they are going to be. Not many people are intimidated when they find out that we are represented by a five pound Yorkie who went to Rainbow Bridge in 2013. Then again, there is no substitute for experience.
I wonder if the lack of central air has caused River to not jump on furniture. She runs, she jumps for treats, she walks, she does everything normally, but she still doesn’t want to jump on furniture. Maybe she has lost confidence in her jumper. She goes to the vet next week. My parents are hoping there isn’t anything seriously wrong. The way she runs jumps, walks and pulls on the leash makes my parents think she does not have a serious injury but the unreliability of Warren T makes them take nothing for granted
If you run into Warren T send him our way. He owes us some work.