After a nearly three-week drought in my area we have finally hit that typical Philly summer weather. The three aitches – Hazy, Hot and Humid. Ugh. It’s so humid you shower and walk outside and you are damp again. It’s grooooossssss. Add the daily thunderstorms and it’s hot. DAMN HOT. We have that heat index phenomenon here and it feels five degrees higher than it is.
Which translates to hot doggies. Get it? HOT DOGS? HAHAHA!
I get the sprinkler and baby pool out for the dogs. Because I buy sprinklers and baby pools for? THE DOGS. Yes, it’s true. I buy my dog more toys and crap than I buy for my kids. This should come as no surprise to you since I’ve already revealed that I like dogs more than people. This may or may not be the reason I have difficulty with social skills. Just sayin’.
The past few weeks I’ve had many dog visitors. One of them was (is, he’ll be back)Loki, Norse god of mischief. He’s sweet. He also likes our rubber chicken and “kills” it daily, drowns it in the pool and tries to break its neck. I love nature. He’ll be back this weekend to kill more “ducks” and to protect us from the eeeviiilllll birds that inhabit our yard.
We’ve had Ginger, the Dog that could escape from Alcatraz, back with us. Except this time? NO ESCAPES. Ha. HAHAHA. Got your number, Ginger! I finally figured out how to contain her. Until the next time she learns a new way to chew apart a chain-link fence. Now, according to her owners, she can CLIMB THE FENCE. Old dogs aren’t supposed to do this, Ginger. Stop it.
We’ve had “The Beagles” come and stay with us. Simon and Buddy are sweet, sweeeeet, sweeeeeeeeet dogs. They snuggle, beg for belly rubs, curl up and keep us warm. Which is useful in ninety degree heat. But they are lovey dovey, just like every beagle I have ever owner or dog-sat. The problem? HAVE YOU HEARD BEAGLES? They don’t bark. They don’t whine. They do, however, alert us to every leaf that falls off of every tree. They let us know when a bug is flying by. They warn us that teenagers are approaching on bikes and scooters. And, AND! If a baby goes by in a stroller? ALERT! ALERT! ALERT!
(pretend there is a picture here until the battery on my camera charges, will you? kthxbai!)
Summer, another older doggie, came to see us again. She’s a shep mix of some sort and was last here back in November around Thanksgiving. She had a two week stay with Bristol and Shadow and is still recuperating. Summer is neighbors with the beagles so they had an all-weekend dog party. Good fun! Summer is one sweet doggy and super-well-behaved so she can pretty much come back whenever she wants. Especially since Bristol LERVES her.
We also had a Golden Doodle visit us. Theo is a nice doggy who loves to romp and play with Bristol. He runs and runs and runs. And then runs some more. And is a bit demanding with his princely self. Like, must have ice cubes in his highness’ bowl. And must have freshly chopped vegetables dropped to him on a regular basis. He is like a giant teddy bear and is sort of woolly like a sheep. Oh, and he cannot be alone for five seconds because! He might be lonely for five seconds! And. He has this problem with, ahem,mounting absolutely every dog that comes to my house. Yes, even the males. Dominance. It’s what’s for dinner.
And our all-time favorite frequent visitor, Sandy, is back for two weeks. Poor Sandy came in and started looking for her good Buddy Shadow. Gulp. Gosh, I miss my dog! Anyways, Sandy and Shadow frequently slept butt-cheek-to-butt-cheek. Now Sandy sighs and sniffs around for her. Which makes me sad. But Sandy still chases Bristol in the yard and gives the best hugs, hands down. Which is why we love her.
So, it has literally been raining cats and dogs here. Well, just dogs. Because we don’t have cats. Except for my neighbours’ cat that sits at my front door (which I often leave open for the doggies to watch the world and protect us from evil flies) and torments the dogs. She literally sits there, pawing at the door, begging to come in. And scares the heck out of the dogs. Silly dogs! You could eat her for dinner!
The next two weeks will bring dog after dog after dog after dog. I should be pretty busy. I’ll attempt to take pictures. In between vacuuming up buckets of dog hair, scooping up the poo in my backyard and throwing tennis balls.