Oh, I know. Those are tired old cliches. And they don't help beat the heat. In fact, they serve to make me even grumpier than what the heat's made me. But it's all anyone's talking about, so I thought I'd jump on that bandwagon.
Around here, in Redneckville, where the pool in our backyard is about 2' deep and 5' wide (otherwise known as a kiddie pool), we get our dogs cool another way. The garden hose.
Trouble is, I wind up soaked, because he'll parade around with it in his mouth (just like the picture) and he'll inevitably come around me. Not that I mind 55 degree water on me. I don't. Especially when it's 100 degrees outside. But I DO have to work. And showing up at a client's house with shoes that are trickling water out the sides isn't really very professional.
In a little while, for a week at least, we'll be livin' large at Lake Anna. That's Tango admiring the view from our dock at the lake… He loves it there. He wishes my parents would adopt him as their very own dog.
Until then, he'll have to redneck it to stay cool.