A long, hot summer by Pocket Dog

It is scorching outside.  It is even hot when it is dark which is worse because you can’t see it.  I don’t like the heat.  

My paws sizzle when they hit the pavement.  

We barely walk now because River has a compressed face and begins panting quickly.  My outside activity is limited.  I am concerned.  I might have gained an ounce or two, which is concerning.  If I weighed 160 pounds I would have gained four whole pounds!

I have to look out the window to see what is happening in my gardens.

The birds at our feeders don’t go to them now.  They order takeout by employing some nestless birds to take the food from our feeders and bring it to their nests.  If the servers do not get a tip, they do a somersault out of the tree.  Remember if you don’t tip your servers someone will flip you the bird.

The squirrels don’t hunt for food either.  They set up a stand on the side of the road and sell their roasted nuts.

River and I have switched roles with Daddy.  In the winter we don’t pant, and he wears pants, in the summer we pant and Daddy makes the neighbors look away in shame.

The heat often brings thunderstorms.  I don’t care for them at all.  I am usually good when the lights are on but when they are off, and the lightning flashes momentarily illuminating the room, I become nervous.  When nervous I move for higher ground which means Daddy’s head, even when he is sleeping.  He woke up with me sitting on his face.  When he realized, he was not having a college flashback he walked around the house with me until I settled down.

I am hoping for some cooler weather soon.  We need our walks.  I am sure our neighbors miss our incessant barking disturbing their peaceful mornings.

Here in the Village of the Pruned, it has been a hot and quiet summer.