Strange weather patterns these days brought the dog days of summer about a month early. And just three days ago, I had to wear a jacket to take the dogs outside at night and I guess it’s all my fault because I had to tell everybody and their uncle that it’s the coolest May and June I’ve ever had in New York.

Georgia doesn’t care if it’s upper nineties outside. It doesn’t faze her a bit. She knows green goes well with her, and takes every opportunity to look good.

Brooklyn is relieved that it hasn’t rained for TWO straight days for a change and ground is acceptably dry for her to pee this morning. Of course it’s not that dry for her to stay on it right after. Being a winter dog, this weather is too hot for Brooklyn anyway.

Brandy gets quickly into her stalking position while Foster is distracted by a squirrel up on a tree in my neighbor’s yard. She tried once or twice to play, but it’s just too hot to play. I know when Brandy goes back to the door to look longingly inside, then it’s too hot period.

Upon not getting the expected scratches when he sat down in front of me, Foster quickly gets down to see if THAT would get him some scratches, then forgets all about it when distracted by a bee. His black fur absorbs heat and so his body gets hot really fast. Unlike the others, he doesn’t have the sense to seek out shades and usually lies down under the blazing sun panting like crazy.