For the first time so far this year, the weather actually did what I predicted. Cool days/cold nights hung on so long, almost all the way through May, that I said it’ll do this until it abruptly turns hot. And a couple of days ago it abruptly turned hot. Sure glad we got that yard work job out of the way with dispatch, because I wouldn’t have enjoyed it at all right now.
Didn’t sleep at all well last night, which of course meant I overslept this morning. When the afternoons are hot, the mornings are precious so I’ve got to get coffeed up and get my ass in gear. Blessings on Little Bear, who unlike a certain dog who’ll no longer slum around with me LB will politely let me sleep until I’m done sleeping.
Speaking of LB, he has decided nix on this whole ‘afternoon walkie’ thing for the duration. I took him out into the wash yesterday around three, he got maybe fifty yards in and abruptly wanted to advance in a retrograde direction. I kept trying to go forward, and he kept insisting we retreat. I wondered at first if he’d detected something we should sensibly retreat from – which is after all one reason I keep dogs – when it finally occurred to me that the poor guy was just hot. Never mind the woes of being the biggest blackest hairiest dog on the block, now Daddy was forcing him to walk on the very hot sand.
Simple enough for Daddy, he’s got shoes. So we called halt to the afternoon walkie protocol until further notice, or at least we’ll keep it short and to firmer ground.
And now I must pour down some coffee and get to morning chores.
ETA: Wow, seven o’clock, just got in from tending chickens, and it’s already unpleasantly warm. Better get morning walkies out of the way before LB swears off those, too.