Come to Michigan Wembley. Our high was 55. In another month, you’ll be able to bounce through the thin ice and chase Canada Geese. You’ll love it.

He’s developing quite a Winston Churchill-esque scowl of haughty disdain for such a young pup.

I’ll bet that sun is diving into the ocean right now.

Trouble on the elitist coasts. In Rhode Island, after a couple of cooler than normal weeks, depriving us locals of beautiful beach weather when the tourists leave and the kids go back to school, it was 87 degrees yesterday. Today – eh, cloudy, breezy and about 72 degrees. Rainy and cool the rest of the week.

“It was about 91 here by the beach today” – you’re not seriously thinking that’ll trigger sympathy from the rest of us, right?

Meanwhile, here in the northern end of the Northeast, Mrs. Thingwarbler is reminded the hard way that dogs shouldn’t be allowed to scarf brownies off the kitchen table. Much panic later, we are quite thankful that ours is a golden retriever (aka the barbie dolls of the canine world), bred entirely for looks & affection, so very few brain cells that can be damaged from the toxic reaction.

Only if you think having to water everything before it bakes is fun.
It’s red-flag weather.

Quite so… I choose to live in Vermont because anything over 75 degrees makes me sluggish and nauseous; I’d rather deal with 20 below now and then than cope with your average county-sized pressure cooker for weeks on end. But every time I see that amazing sunlight in tbogg’s shots of teh puppies I can’t help but feel a pang of envy knowing they’ve got the Pacific and a sandy beach right outside the front door…

What a handsome pup, even if he is glaring.

A dog after my own heart.

Ah but 90 degrees in California is nothing, compared to anywhere on the East Coast. Growing up in California even 100 degrees of bone-dry heat was fine for me. Hot, but fine.

When it reaches even 80 degrees in New York on the other hand, I feel like someone has shoved a hot sponge up each nostril into my brain, making it impossible for me to even think let alone go do anything.

Tell me though: only 75 max in Vermont? My weather.com thing tells me that the July average is 81 in Burlington, compared to 83 in NYC. Barely a difference between there and Manhattan, which as I say to me is horribly hot and humid.

I always found the entire East Coast had the same unlivable humidity, from top to bottom, but if there were anywhere that didn’t, I’d actually visit again. ‘splain please?

Magnificent glare, Wembley. Come to MN. It’s a nice, cool 45 degrees right now. Mmmm, I’m loving it.

In the good ol’ days before global warming, summer here was a nice 75-80 affair with reasonable humidity and cool nights… lately, it’s been more of a southern feel, with stifling humidity and hot, sticky nights (no, the other kind). This year was particularly awful — I refuse to get an air conditioner, but Jeebus knows we could’ve used one.

Ah okay thanks. Yes, all my friends in NY tell me it’s gotten much worse, especially this year.

Give him a smoke and a horse and you have the next Marlboro spokesman.

Ooooooh, narrowing his eyes against the sun, he looks just like Clint Eastwood!

Did you leave off the snark tag there? Or for real?

I’ve become acclimated to Texas “fall” after 25 years, it seems. Got up this morning to about 68 degrees…Brrrrr, I mumbled to the cats as I went out to feed the ferals. Sheesh. Apparently, I’m now a sissy about cool weather. Low 80′s this week – coolish for South Central Texas in September, which is often as hot as August.

You know work is getting to be too much when it keeps me from the very important basset blogging entries. I’m late to this party but can safely guarantee Wembley sun-free days in the PNW this time of year. Come on up, Wemblicious. There is no sun to scowl at here.

Baby. Wembley. How hot was it in San Diego Monday? You have to move to Michigan. We had a high of 59. The tree are turning color and the squirrels are spending more time on the ground.We need someone to chase them.