“What, Bear? Oh, I know. It’s got to be worse for you. It will, don’t worry sweet girl. Just a couple of months now. It cooled down today a little bit. No, that isn’t what they mean when they talk about ‘solar power’. It should be but it isn’t. That’s something else. Yeah, it’s good when the wind blows.“
I know it will come as a big surprise but Bear doesn’t actually talk, but it’s felt like she has during the recent heat wave. And, for all I know, she’s out there barking her daily blog saying, “Martha doesn’t actually bark, but it feels like she has during the recent heat wave.”
Teddy, on the other hand, is very open about his perceptions. During the past very hot days he’s just panted continually. Cheerfully, but continually. I don’t think he really cares.
A blogging pal — Wild Sensibility — is on her way with her two dogs to a new life. One of them is an Australian shepherd, like Teddy. He has taken their four or five or six day drive in stride, the same kind of optimistic, peaceful, enthusiastic stoicism I have seen in all my Aussies.
Moving out here from California in 2014, my Siberian husky was scared (but also ancient, blind and deaf), my Dobie/Lab was nervous, but my Australian shepherd was, “Wow! This is COOL! We get a MINI-VAN! Martha’s with us ALL THE TIME. Oh, we’re STOPPING??? That’s AWESOME. Oh, WOW! A field! There’s my friend Sherry!”
Yesterday it cooled down and all of us were grateful. Teddy took a break from panting. Bear just relaxed and I savored the whole thing. Thunderstorms are in the forecast for the next few days and that’s good, too. I obviously have little or nothing to impart on this Monday morning. The Scarlet Emperor beans are doing great, though they remain unnamed and their poetry — if they have any — untranscribed. Time will tell.