If you’re southern, you’ve heard of the Dog Days of Summer…
Although that’s not the original meaning, for southerners, that’s when the dog goes, “Hell no, I’m not going outside…”
That was pretty much Obi all day. He would come over an paw at me, I’d take him to the back door, open it, and he’d get about half way out, then turn around and bolt right back in. He’d go back and flop down where the fan was blowing on him… Lather, rinse, repeat four or five times.
Then he finally came over and started doing his ‘I gotta go’ dance. I got up and did the drill again, and this time he actually went out, ran straight to ‘his’ spot, peed, and immediately raced back inside. Sigh…
Now the ‘rest’ of the story is that the original meaning was related to Sirrus and it’s position in the sky, as reported HERE, by NatGeo.
Talked to a friend in DC yesterday afternoon, and they’d gotten four inches of rain, with more predicted for the rest of the week. He was grumbling something about gills… 🙂
Wherever you may be, stay safe this week! Stay out of the heat, or stay away from the flooding!
I’m gonna go find an ice machine and climb in… Prediction is that we ‘might’ get one day below 100 sometime this week. Not betting on it!