It’s hot. Too hot for me, and way too hot for her… she’s still skulking in the shadows in case her skin drops off. Can’t see it myself… though I grant you, she does seem to be melting. But all this hot weather means I’m not getting as many walks as I would like.
It’s weird… indoors, even with all the doors and windows open, I get very hot and uncomfortable. I s’ppose the black fur coat has something to do with it. There is only one place I like to be…. and it is cool enough on the kitchen floor that she has even joined me there. Though I did have to laugh at the noises she made when she had to stand up again…
Outdoors, as long as we are walking on grass, I feel better, but she just wilts. She won’t walk me during the day on our special farm track through the fields, though, ’cause the concrete gets hot for my paws…and she always brings my bowl and water so we can stop halfway.
Normally though, we go out when it is still cool in the morning and later in the evening… then we both feel better.
Mind you, she’s been home a bit more than usual this weekend so I thought I might get some extra walks. She said she wouldn’t be going out much at all… but that never happened. She was cleaning up the other night, then got a shower… and the phone-thingy beeped and she dashed out. She was ages… and I was sure she’d gone to get the ball guy, so I waited, all excited, behind the door for them to come. But when she got back, I could smell she’d just been in the pond again… and she was all on her own. I thought that was mean, seeing as she’d already been out all morning… and by then it was too late for walks at all.
She followed that up by being even meaner and threatening me with a bath next day. It might well cool me down, but I still don’t have to like it. And she’s back on the ‘ears’ malarkey. Soon as she says ‘ears’, I run and hide, clamping the floppy bits down hard as I can… but she’s not easy to run away from him in here… and she is just heartless when it comes to ears. She has this squishy stuff in her hands and sticks it my ears to get all the gunk out. I wouldn’t mind so much if she stopped there… but then she squeezes tickly stuff in there… and I end up smelling like a cucumber. I don’t even like cucumber!
Every year it is the same… she starts on the whole ear thing. I admit that floppy ears can get really achey if they aren’t looked after. But why cucumbers?
But I suppose she’s only trying to look after me. Which is more than can be said of the two-legs she, er, ‘spoke to’ at the shops the other day, when it was really hot and they’d left their little chihuahua shut up in the car…
Don’t they know a dog can die really quickly in a hot car? A nice summer day outside can make a car as hot as an oven in no time at all! Even with the windows open.
She’s pretty good at making sure I can cool down… though I’m glad the hose-pipe thingy didn’t move in here with us. She never leaves the curtains open on the big glass windows when she goes out on a morning… just pulls them back enough so I can see out but still keep cool. She always has windows and doors open when she is home… and never shuts me out in the garden. And she always makes sure I have plenty of cool places to sleep and loads of extra water.
Dogs don’t melt like two-legses. We can only cool down by panting, and that isn’t always enough to keep us safe from heatstroke. If your dog gets too hot and starts to be unwell, you need to talk to a vet and cool them down slowly… you can find out how here.
But with a bit of care, we love the summer… all the smells, soft grass to play in and long days for walking.
Just not so keen on the whole cucumber thing…