Our heat in Portland is very dry, but the neighborhood bassets seem not to like it any more.

I just talked to my son two days ago (miracle) and he said it is unusually high in the humidity there in La Jolla. He said “mom, I thought you would hook me up with something to cool it down.” Seriously. He is a renter, I cannot hook him up with anything. He ran to 24 hour fitness, and worked out for 90 minutes, (not breaking a breath). This is like when he went to a laundromat, and washed all of his clothes at once, and went next door for a beverage (years ago), and came back and every item of clothing he owned was stolen. But, “mom, I only left for five minutes.” What is wrong with our athletes. The disconnect, or is it the males. It kinda makes me dizzy. It is in the 100′s in Sac Valley. N.

Poor Wembley haz a sad. Point a fan at him.

ME NEITHER.

Chuy, it’s death to breathe this stuff. Arthur just hunkers down and pants until I give him a cookie, but that does nothing for me. 117F and 50% humidity – unspeakable.

Frying through weeks of 100 degree heat and no rain here in Oklahoma. My sympathy for San Diegans is…restrained. A nice drink of cool water for the bassets, though.

Ah! Now I understand why we have had unauthorized Site Scolds cropping up here and there. Poor Wembley has been suffering in what you call “humidity.” Down here if you can’t step outside and wet a sponge by holding it up in what passes for air we consider it dry.

Turn a fan on the poor thing. We need him to patrol the front pages for errant Site Scolds!

If doggy anticonvulsants are anything like people anticonvulsants, they leave one dehydrated and often play havoc with the Na+/K+ balance. Keep the water dishes full, and add a couple of ice cubes to the H20 throughout the day. Also, a few grains of Himalayan pink salt in a side dish daily would be nice.

Poor sweet baby boy Wembley.

Be careful, TBogg, it looks like his left eye is going full metal Nugent.

I heard that Needles had a thunderstorm with rain the other day. At the time it was raining, it was also 115F. It’s monsoon season in the southwest. (Doesn’t mean we get wet; it just means we can see anvil-headed clouds in the distance.)

A walk around the block is like a death march and afterwards there is enough drool cobwebbing his face from the jowl shakes that I have to towel him off.

Funny, the same thing happens to me when I have to endure humidity. I like my air crispy dry…