The morning clock has not hit 6:30. The hound and I have just returned from circumnavigating the park, dodging this dog and that idiot through 92-degree heat enhanced by 33% humidity. Hotter than the Hubs of Hades.
That, mercifully, kept some of the park’s Dog Parade traffic down. So I didn’t have to drag Ruby out of any fights. That’s something, anyway.
WHY are people soooo stupid about their dogs? If I have to hear “ohhh, they just wanna pwaaayyyy” one more time, I’m gonna set my dog loose on their effin’ fur-baby.
It’s not your kid, stupid! It’s a DOG! A highly evolved wolf. It doesn’t wanna pway. It wants to kill. Idiot!
It’s so hot and wet out there, it almost feels like lovely Saudi Arabia, down by the shore of the Persian Gulf.
Ahhhh yes. Where the humidity would be dripping off the eaves like rain when you got up in the morning. Where rain could start falling out of a clear blue sky. Lovely.
Usually I try to get out of the house by 5;30, before the dog parade gets into full swing. But we missed it by ten or fifteen minutes — plus in this heat the dog-lovers probably are leaving their homes a little early, too, trying to get out before the serious warmth comes up. The park wasn’t yet completely overrun, but still we had to keep to the sidewalk to avoid confrontation.
Bunch of soccer players were out there practicing. It’s always a hoot to watch those guys. How they can charge around the way they do in this heat: that escapes me.
Better get up and jump in the pool to cool off. And so…urk! Awaaayyyy!