I was feeling adventurous this morning. It seemed like everyone on my Instagram feed was writing about the excitement of summer. It felt like I’d hardly left home. I was waxing depressed, and I needed something to do about it; my poor dog got sucked into my endeavors.
The sun glared relentlessly, and we were the only ones there. Penny caught onto me pretty fast — I was trying to snap pictures and she wasn’t having any of it. And the only one I could get of her, she had her eyes closed.
When the heat was becoming unbearable, finally another group showed up with a couple of Australian Shepherds with eyes all brilliant and blue. By that time, Penny and I had had enough of the heat to stay. The dogs with those eyes were at least smart enough to stay under some shaded benches.
It became apparent that Penny had gotten overheated. With her short bulldog nose, and my car’s poor AC circulation, her panting turned into rasping. I brought her up front where she could get some cold air, but it still seemed like she was not stabilizing.
Once home, I doused her with the hose — you know your dog is hot when they willingly get wet — and set her up in the kitchen with some water and a fan. It made me realize that trying to force adventure upon myself will always feel artificial. It requires a change in thinking; not location.
After calming down and sulking a little, I think Penny came to forgive me. Maybe it was because of the treats I fed her. At least with pups’, it doesn’t take much.