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. (Nah-nah!)

I really do not know 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.(Uh, if any of you are a grammar/usage police, can I put that semicolon over there after the, ‘what; the brightest star’…) 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, or I am going to look like this before long:

LOOK…my white fur…wah, looks 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

Come back anytime if you need to hold paws and we can be centered in our solar plexus.
In the meantime, I will be eating as much ice cream I can find and studying my grammar usage on dog days.

How do you find relief during the summer dog days?

omn…nom…lick…nom…lick-lick…

 Woof-love,

Chuckles, aka, farm dog blogger.