Arf already

This heat has been nuts. It’s beyond Dog Days of Summer– we’ve gone into Rhinocerous Days or Elephant Days… Big Blue Whale Days… Of course, I have a small dog.

Jack hates it. He loves the great outdoors (adding to the nagging suspicion that the dull, ugly baby that was supposed to be ours is out there with his outdoor lovin’ beautiful clever parents) and pitieously asks, “’side? ’side?” repeatedly throughout the day. “It’s too hot outside, peanut” doesn’t cut it when his little soul is longing to break free of the confines of the air-conditioned-living-room. (Sweet relief that A/C machine.)

Our outings have been few and far between this week– a quick morning run to the grocery and a foray into the cool Museum to check in with some work… Sigh. No slides. No romps in the backyard with the big inflated balls and our little black dog. No walks around the neighborhood to count trees.

We’ve let him splash down in his kiddie pool at night before he is trundled off to the hot upstairs– and even then we’ve had to add cold water to the pool.

This is why I love Fall and Winter and Spring. Because number one on those lists of Reasons Why is: It’s not Summer.

Let Al Roker come through? Let tonight be the night the humidity and heat breaks? I’m tired of being the Wicked Witch of the North End of Our Street. “No, little boy! You CANNOT go ’side to play!” I’m meeeeeelting.