Chillin at Petee's Lounge

So... this heatwave thing stinks  This humidity thing stinks.  It's way too hot here in Philadelphia.  If only there were a place that a boy could get a tasty cold drink...

Hey look - it's PETEE'S LOUNGE!

Petee is a bulldog.  It's too damn hot outside for Petee.  So his dads thought it might be too damn hot outside for other doggies too.  Mama and Petee's dads had a great talk about doggies and our special heat needs while I helped myself.

While I have seen water bowls scattered around the city, this was the BEST:

Yep.  This wasn't your ordinary stale-stagnant-half-empty-kinda-gross water bowl.  No siree.  This one had cool water flowing down from inside their house to replace the water that us fine fellas are drinking.  GENIUS

Thanks Petee!  And Petee's dads!

Love,

Bogart

The Humidity is Too Damn High Party

Yup.

This heat and humidity has been kicking my butt.  And it's seriously cutting into my walkie-time which makes me cranky.  Too hot to walk and fully explore the city.  But not too hot to collect sticks...

Yes, this one should do nicely.  Uh, but I'm not going to carry it home, cause THE HUMIDITY IS TOO DAMN HIGH

Love,

Bogart

Excessive Heat Warning

That's how the diplomatic Weather Channel described today.  I'd just say that it's freakin' hot, again.  Too freakin' hot.  Way hotter than it should be.  Heat and humidity.  It makes me not even want to take my normal walkies.  Not a happy camper.

But wait, what is this?

Each day mama and I go to parks with fountains.  I get a good soak as she scoops up water with her hands and dunks it all over me, and she gets the benefit of a cooling mist as I shake out almost all of that water all over her directly after she does it.  Win-win.

I thought I might jump in this little one in the Magnolia Garden - no one was looking, but they seem to have put in an anti-jumping-in device that floats on the water for the foot or so that it is deep.  No fun at all.

Keep cool everyone!

Love,

Bogart

Spring... What Spring?

It appears that we will be skipping the spring season here in Philadelphia - the sun has come roaring out and IT'S HOT

So what's a fuzzy boy to do?  Shorten the walkie a bit, have mama carry a bottle of water for me, and do some fine relaxation exercises in the park.

I find that I can relax better, concentrate deeper, when I find pieces of random tennis balls.  Don't you?

I'm willing to work a bit to find them - this one was actually buried - and mama was truly impressed with my mad anthropological-dig skills.

See?

Yeah, it's hot outside.  Mama dressed wrong, and I still have too much fuzz for 80 degrees.  Oh but wait, I HAVE AN IDEA

The fountain in Washington Square Park is off-limits to swimming and dogs.  Except that it hasn't actually begun working for the season yet.  And there just happens to be some water inside from the recent rains...

Yeah, I'm going for it.  You can't stop me.  Even just a little refreshing water on my paws is helping.

And bonus - it's full of sticks!  WINNING

Love,

Bogart