Duke is not designed for heat. We've watched the last two days as our energetic DDB (meaning he does play with his toys each day for a while, and runs across the backyard once or twice to chase a cat or a bird) become very adept at playing dead. Well, except for the very heavy breathing. It's like hearing a very nasty prank call, or possibly an old steam train gearing up to leave the station.
I had to put him out for an hour in the middle of the night last night because the house still had not cooled down. He was prostrate on the concrete when I went back to get him, soaking up the cool.
While I love a few days of hot weather, I miss the activities that went with the heat in Davis, bike rides in the shade, lounging in the pool, and sitting downwind of the fountain in the park. Richmond has nothing for hot days, because we have so few of them. I need to take Duke to Teller's Beach!
