So as the summer dawn cracked, it was off for the daily doggy-walk. The Human does not get far around the Funny Farm without having to take the Dawg for the morning perambulation around the Park. This morning — probably because it’s Sunday and most of the other humans do not have to go to work today — only eight dogs were taking up space over there.
Hallelujah, brothers and sisters!
Another reason for the paucity of human-and-dog teams was no doubt the weather: hot, swampy, next to intolerable. Just GAWDAWFUL out there!
July and especially August form the worst time of year here in the lovely low desert. It’s almost as humid as Saudi Arabia was, and in Ras Tanura we were right on the shore of the Persian Gulf. Here, the humidity wafts up from the Gulf of Mexico…a distance from Phoenix, but close enough to create a soggy atmosphere at this time of year.
As usual, the morons who can’t read signs posting the park’s rules (“DOGS MUST BE ON LEASH”) were letting their critters run loose. This meant we who are not fond of dog fights had to walk past the park on the far side of the road — quite a nuisance because of the cars, the gravel surface, and the fenced dogs in their own yards going berserk as we pass.
Godlmighty, but I hate stupid people!
Anyway, we got around the park without serious incident, probably because it’s so hot and wet out there that few people want to leave their dogs out in the yards and fewer still want to stumble around in the park.
A house we have to walk past to get home has a backyard fence that runs directly adjacent to the sidewalk. The morons who live there keep two huge, aggressive, LOUD dogs in that yard. These beasts, which apparently are left outside all the time, go freaking BATSH!T every…single…time we walk past. As usual, they went alarmingly berserk as we headed homeward.
Thank heavens for small favors: we don’t live next door to those idiots.
Our gay neighbor: friendly as usual. Effusively joyous over Ruby the Corgi. 😀 Why, I wonder, do gays favor older urban neighborhoods? We used to have several gay couples where we lived in the historic Encanto district. They would put on THE most amazing parties.
A block later, we finally reach the house: back home at 7:15, after an hour’s walk.
- Me: soaking wet
- Pool: hot
- Morning: Hot hot hot hot!
Jeez. What a place to live…
