3:00 p.m. on a June day, here in hottest Phoenix: I stupidly take it into my feeble little brain to go for a stroll around the neighborhood.
Some of us, after all, really ARE “not too bright.”
At least I had the brainpower to leave the little dawg home. The scorching sidewalks would burn her feet right off! Eeek!
Seriously: it IS magnificently hot out there (as in “hotter than the hubs of Hades!”) and Ruby’s feet would have been royally singed if I’d been stupid enough to take her with me.
Other than baking my brains, though, this afternoon’s stroll seems to have done little damage to the human. But…uhmmm…say, Stupid…next time remember to wait until after the sun has set!
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Really, at this time of year — mid-summer in lovely Phoenix — the best and maybe the only time of day to take the dawg for a walk is right about at dawn. It’s already (well: still) hotter than Hell at that hour, but at least the sidewalks are relatively cool — not having baked in the sun all day. By evening, the sidewalks are horizontal frying pans!
Truth to tell, though, I seem not to be getting enough exercise. So…in upcoming days and weeks, Ruby and I will need to go out the door right at dawn. This will send us around the park — or at least around several city blocks — and get us back to the Funny Farm before the pavement heats up.
Arizona. What a place! Not designed for humans…