Temperatures jumped from 25C to 35C (that's 95F for those of you who can't be bothered to convert). We were getting a lovely breeze from the desert so the only thing I'm grateful about was the humidity wasn't too bad.
This will be Toby's first summer and being a long-haired dog he is going to feel it. So we did what any normal dog-owner would do. We went out and bought him a pool. That IS normal isn't it?
It is just a small kiddies pool - one of those plastic clam shell things. We set it up on the grassiest area of the back yard (Our back lawn has never fully recovered from the free-range chicken fiasco of a couple of years ago. Two hens can do a lot of damage.) and then we tried to entice him to get in. For a water dog he likes to keep his feet dry and no amount of enticing could make him get in. That was until we got a visitor.
Molly is an American Staffordshire who lives out the back of our house. Toby and Molly have had a blossoming romance through the fence. They play tag up and down the fence line. They show each other their toys. And Toby has been seen to give gifts to Molly through the wire mesh - gifts like sticks. Molly can often be seen at the fence on only her back legs, looking over and whining for Toby to come and play.
I shouldn't have been surprised to see that our new pool was too much enticement for Molly to bear. After all everyone knows that once you get a pool all the neighbourhood kids want to come over to play. Somehow she managed to burrow her way under the fence so she could come have a swim and a play.
There is nothing more joyous than two dogs playing (except for maybe a huge PB or a run that feels effortless). They wrestled, bomb-dived, raced steeplechase-style around the back yard and rolled in the dirt patches until they were both covered in mud. It was the perfect way to spend a hot afternoon.
In my next life I think I'd like to come back as a dog.