I have seen hooman watch films like ‘Ice Cold in Alex’ where the characters will look up at a glaring sun, sweat some more, and then trudge on doing whatever it was they were doing. Well, that is what summer here is like. The sun gets HOT. High 30’s, and sometimes even into the 40’s. At these moments in time, all movement by the Hooman-house critters slows to a crawl.
Batman’s chosen spot of coolness is a shaded bit of concrete garden path. No idea why he chooses here as he MUST have a Batcave to go to, with an Alfred to serve him. Seemingly not. He lounges around here, doing his best to avoid the hounds, and does very little, (Until night time, when it is cooler, and he goes off crimefighting).
For myself, I like the top of the wall. It is well camouflaged, has nice shade from the overhanging bush-tree thing, out of the reach of the critter-hounds, and there are lizards and things up there that I can chew on. Hooman does not like it though, as the road is just on the other side, and sometimes I jump down and chase a moth or crocodile out onto the road. This makes him run around like a loon, calling me back, and trying to bribe me with ham.
Because dogs are not nimble, good climbers, or clever in any way, they are forced to just slump to the ground wherever they may be. Sometimes that are fortunate to do this under a bush, or in the shade of a tree. Other times it is in the sun, and they pant away like loons. The Wally will often pretend to be busy devouring a pear that he has plucked from the lower branches of one of the trees in the garden. He never eats them though. Weirdo.
The Ted-Bear has an excess of face. When hot, this excess face will melt slightly, and begin to ooze over the garden. Hooman worried that this, combined with the heat, will kill his grass, so The Ted-Bear normally ends up being put inside in the cool so he doesn’t melt completely away, like a knob of butter on a hot pavement.
When the heat goes, or we have a cool day, we get to play, and explore. Hooman has a thing he calls a ‘car’ but it seems to me that it is just a hot box on some circles. This seems an adequate place for me to climb up on, and run around under, and generally use as my own private little playground.
The Batman, when not comatose in his shady concrete spot, likes to patrol the garden, putting on his best ‘terrifying’ face in order to keep scallywags and rapscallions at bay. This also deters the dog-things from chasing him whenever possible, because he is a cat, and ferocious.
Sometimes I try to play ‘plumball’ with the others, but they aren’t interested. I tried to educate them about the offside trap, but it went in one furry ear, and out the other. Never mind.
As time went on, we discovered that hooman and The Wally would go out every now and then, into the fields at the back of the house, and would not come back for what seemed to us to be weeks at a time. What was over the fence? What was beyond those fields? The Wally always came back tired, but happy. This had peaked our interest.
Maybe we can follow hooman and The Wally next time they go meandering?…