My dog, Missy, a border terrier, is skulking in the kitchen, her bright pink tongue dangling between her knees. The look she affords me is one of withering disdain, as if she blames me, personally, for this unusually hot July, and for global warming in general. She may have a short coat, but it still constitutes “fur”, and who the hell elects to wear fur on a day like this?
Like Prince Andrew, dogs don’t sweat like the rest of us. They do so through the pads on their paws, which means that hot pavements are not good for them. The longer their coats, the hotter they get, and the more likely they are to pant into overheating and – sorry to be blunt – death. I’ve spent much of the past week consulting the RSPCA’s website before even stepping over the threshold of my front door into the big “out there”.
In sweltering summer months, dog owners are advised to rise early. My wife walks ours shortly after dawn, before the pavements burn, then returns quickly home, allowing her to spend the rest of the day spark out on the living room rug. (The dog, not my wife.) It is hotter in the living room than it is in the kitchen, but you try making sensible suggestions to a terrier. Similarly, we can lead her to water, but we can’t make her drink. They need to drink.
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But then I worry. I worry that her usual routine prompts within her certain Pavlovian responses. Do her bowels instinctively loosen, go slack even, because she knows relief is – or at least should be – imminent? (Excuse the scatological talk here, but find me a dog owner not willing to discuss their dog’s toilet habits in detail.)
When eventually we do walk, late, we keep to the shadows. Eager as she is to relieve herself, and for a change of scenery, she realises abruptly that it’s as hot out here as it is indoors, and so she stops walking, plants her centre of gravity low, and challenges me to give it my best shot. I coax her forward, gently but firmly pulling on the lead, but she simply relaxes her inner giraffe, her neck extending to lengths I wouldn’t have thought possible. She doesn’t move. We return home.
It’s going to be a long hot summer.
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