Dang. I’m a fat, furry dog and it is sure hot outside. What can I say when summer days go to the dogs…what can I really say that could make you change hot days to cold days?
Nothing. That is right, nothing. However, people, (especially my owner, *sigh*) constantly
nag remind me:
“Chuckles, be simply charming. Spend some time telling folks all the trivial information about whatever is ailing you and you will feel just fine. ”
Oh, yea, right…fine and dandy. What is ailing me today is the next 40 long days from July 3 to August 11, and in the Northern Hemisphere we experience the “hottest, most sultry days of summer,” called the dog days. You Southern Hemisphere people experience it usually around January and February.
I do not understand what my bro, Sirius, the Dog Star, was thinking trying to be ‘all that’ and pushing his way up as close to the sun as possible just so he can be, what, the brightest star in the night sky.
I mean, come on dude…who cares if you are the brightest star at night. You just caused forty days of intense heat to happen here on planet earth and now I look a bit sunburned.
Moreover, Sirius, you really should take an anger management course to control those rages of yours. Shame on you having the Romans sacrifice our brown colored dog bros to pacify your rages. Simply shameful, Sirius.
Enough wasted time talking about my bro, Sirius, and all the havoc we are going through because of him. In Brady’s clavis clanedanius, (big thing full of words) dog days was a time when “…the Sea boiled, the Wine turned sour, Dogs grew mad (not me, of course), and all other Creatures became languid; causing to man, among other diseases, burning fever, hysterics and phrensis.”
Okay, okay…hold my paw…let us hum to center ourselves and put some positive energy back into the universe…OM, om, om…
I tell you, these next 40 days will be the dog days for you and me:
“There is no thunder, no relieving rain. These are strange and breathless days, the dog days, when people (and dogs) are led to do things they are sure to be sorry for after. ~ Natalie Babbitt Tuck, Everlasting
Okay reader, please, come back anytime if you need to hold paws . . . we can re-center our solar plexus.
In the meantime, I will be eating as much ice cream I can find and study my grammar usage on dog days.
How do you find relief during the summer dog days?
Chuckles, aka, farm dog blogger.