ROB AND RENEE UPDATED!

 Yet still another triple digit day in the Wicket City! And while I have been depending on the kindness of the AC, Mlle. Renee still has to go outside several times a day to survey her domain in the midday sun. I tried to tell her what Kipling said about mad dogs and Englishmen going out in the heat of the day, but she replied, “I’ll stay out of the sun when that rascally rabbit stays out of my yard.”

Of course, she was referring to the recent backyard incursions of Harry D. Hare.

Harry’s been visiting recently to drink from the watering hole I set up for the birds. As you can see from the photo, most of the water grass that dominated in what once was formerly a soggy low-lying part of the yard has now almost completely dried up. And Renee has got this thing about critters who hop instead of walk or fly across her domain. She’ll pass on squirrels and birdies, but hoppers are just too much for her.

So she patrols the yard until she gets a bit dry in the mouth. Then she knocks on the door for me to let her back in for a cool drink. Sure she has a full bowl of water in the shade on the porch, but she prefers lapping cool, clear water … and even in the shade of the porch water warms up as soon as I pour it in the bowl. (Thankfully, she’d never think of drinking from the bird’s watering hole; because they have a tendency to poop in their pool.)  So I have to wait by the door to let her in after ten to fifteen minutes.

In the evening after dinner I usually watch a program or two I’ve DVRed. Naturally, she has to sit down at my feet and watch along with me.

Not that I really need a foot warmer during a heat wave.

After a while she expects a bit of head or belly rubbing, and as you can see she has to immediately repay these kind gestures.

OMG, that dog is all tongue!  Oh well, I had to get up and wash my hands anyway.