Lilac, however, would be the first one to let us know that it's hot. Like clockwork at 74 degrees, she begins panting like a steam-powered locomotive, and that's just her getting up to flop over on a different bed two steps away from her. She's always been more bothered by any sort of weather than any of the other dogs. Thunderstorms also send her into heavy breathing mode, however, those are also accompanied by much pacing on her part. I attributed part of the reason she dislikes the heat so much to her coloring, she's almost entirely black with just the faintest of red brindle stripes and I know that tends to attract heat. If we go out in the sun, I can lay my hand on her and feel the heat in just a matter of a few minutes.
Anyway, this week it has been hot, so we turned on the air conditioner. Even with the air conditioner running, she has still been complaining about the heat -- loudly. She even got up and barked at Mr. Taleteller about it the other day.
Me: Lilac, what's the problem?
Lilac: It's hot! Too hot! Too darned hot!
Me: We're not starting a caberet here, so enough with the drama.
Lilac: They're taking vacation in Hades from here right now!
Me: We have the air conditioner on. What more do you want? I refuse to wear a parka in summer.
Bunny: (from under her quilt) I'll take a parka, please!
Lilac: Enough out of you, whippersnapper!
Bunny: Back to my nap, then! At least I can dream of the beach.
Me: See, it's not that hot in here.
Lilac: Hmph! She's a puppy! What does she know?
Mr. Taleteller: Here, I've got something for you, old lady!
He carries in a fan and plugs it in. After that, he went over and got her a pair of dog beds and laid them in front of the fan, fluffing them up and leaving them for her. She went over and flopped down, turning so her belly was recieving the arctic blast that was being circulated from the vent and over her body. She gave a look of pure bliss before drifting off to dreamland. For the moment, we seem to have made her happy!
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