It is hot here. Too hot for life. To those of you who are used to warm weather, I will seem a wimp. It is about 26 degrees Celsius. I live in a place where winters get to -40 degrees Celsius and last for almost 6 months, heat bothers me. Why? I have no bloody idea. Really, I don’t. It’s not like I love the cold or anything. I think I would be happy in a perpetual environment of about 15 degrees. Give or take.
So, anyway, back to this dreadful heat. It started a few days ago and since then I have not slept. It does not get dark until after 11pm, and the bedroom feels like a sauna. We have windows that open to the train track, so I can’t sleep even if they’re open. Our A/C was stored in the shed and my manbeast was not in a good state to drag it inside, and it’s too heavy for me. Well, I could probably carry it for a short distance, but I would definitely drop it at some point causing irreparable damage to myself, the A/C, and possibly the house. So, I left it out there.
But, I digress. The dogs hate the heat. Toady is some Northern breed that has thick fur that seems to be almost like a suit of armor. I know, it’s supposed to insulate him, but somewhere around 22 degrees he starts to pant. Mylo has soft silky fur that flows in the breeze, but it’s thin, so the heat gets to him even faster than it does to Toady. Now, for some inexplicable reason, they seem to believe that hot person, plus hot dog, will equal cold. They want to lounge all over me, sleep against my legs, and receive millions of pets per hour. This drives me insane. How can I say no to their sad faces? How can I explain the broken logic that they are exhibiting? How can I shove them away when it makes me feel like I just told them to leave forever? But, at the same time, how long can I go feeling like I am about to melt just to please them? Apparently forever since I keep doing it and I haven’t died yet.
I have tried other ways of cooling them off (frozen treats, ice cubes, fans, etc) but I think they would only eat ice cubes if they were made from toilet water. It’s their favorite. All they want to do is lay on me. Panting, drooling, dozing, and melting. Even the cat is in on it. He has recently (since the heat started) decided to sleep not by my legs, but curled in the crook of my arm. Any other time I would cherish it dearly and express my gratitude to have an animal think so much of me. But now, now I lay awake and battle with myself about whether or not I should move him as sweat trickles down my brow and I can feel his fur sticking to my arm like glue. And, I always leave him there until he decides to move on his own.
I’m nothing if not dedicated.
PS: We have, today, finally installed the A/C and beast and human alike are both reveling in its cool, sweet breath.