The sun tis a wonderful thing. It’s not often I can say this, so I’m going to enjoy it: it’s actually hot in our tiny piece of England at the moment. Really hot. Today, I took my jacket off because I was too warm – its that hot.
Englanders are brought up to treat the sun as a valuable commodity. It doesn’t grace us with its presence that often – so when it does, you better make the most of it. Within several seconds of the sun emerging, the supermarkets have run out of sausages and burgers, people are downing Pimms like its going out of fashion, fat men have whipped their t-shirts off and female celebrities are using the extra few degrees as a good excuse to practically flash photographers in London parks and then complain fiercely about the invasion of their privacy.
But give it five minutes, and they will all be moaning about it being too hot. “I like it hot, but this is too hot, ya know? It’s close, that’s what it is.”
I love the sun, but, unfortunately, the sun does not love me. If I sit outside for more than 15 minutes my face turns the same colour as my hair, and my freckles start to join up. But, once it gets to the evening, you can find me outside, reading a magazine, sipping on a cheeky glass of wine and trying not to collapse with heat exhaustion because a hairy Dachshund, who is as hot as the sun, has decided that my lap is the perfect place to collapse upon.
Even Mort, who I firmly believe would happily lie on a bed of hot coals while chewing several chillies, is finding it a tad toasty. It doesn’t make him move inside, obviously, but it does mean that the blissful evening silence is punctuated by the sound of him huffing, puffing and flopping about on the decking. Every trip to the water bowl takes more effort than you would have thought possible, and every so often he throws himself inside like a walrus for a small respite.
But, until it is gone (and if experience is anything to go by, it won’t take long) I’m going to enjoy it. I have sausages in the fridge ready to be barbecued, a ready supply of tonic water and lemons for evening G&Ts, a new magazine and a bowl of ice cubes for the Dachshund. I’ve even bought the Cadbury’s Crunchie ice creams with the popping candy in them. Let the good times roll.
Here in Louisiana, USA, it is in the 90′s today and only going to get hotter My Dachsunds are highly put out because right now I am leaving only 4 fans going and ice in their water fountain – yes I said they have a water fountain which keeps the water cool and fresh. They wander out into the yard and flop down in the sun, turning regularly to insure all sides are evenly broiled. This lasts maybe minutes and then they are ready for bed and fans. At night all of us require a/c. I wouldn’t except for the hot bodies who feel the need to share the heat they have accumulated during the day with me. In a couple of weeks it will be a/c 24/7 until the first of October. Life in Southern Louisiana is one party after another but it is HOT!
Gosh that sounds hot! I am a complete wimp when it comes to the sun – Mort however would fit right in in Louisiana I think!!
Sunshine is for sure the best! I love it so much, that I lie down on the asphalt in the middle of the street during my walks. Mom has to watch for cars and then drag me out of the way so I don’t get run over. Mort’s black, shiny fur will make him hotter than all of us put together. So, yup, he IS hot as the sun, I’m sure.
Love and licks,
Cupcake
Ah, summer, sunscreen, bug spray, and bbq.
Wow! Mort as always very handsome. Enjoy the hot weather. Here in the US, Maryland, the weather today was extremely hot and humid. We did walk but really early in the morning and very late at night. I used to love the hot weather, I am from Ecuador after all, but now I am not that crazy about it.
LOL. Max will lie on our scorching decking, panting in his sleep and STILL won’t move!!
Sounds like Mort! I think the decking must warm up, which is why they like it so much!x