Day 165
I hear the jungle drums in the distance … at least I think I hear jungle drums in the distance. It might be the airport.
In any case … by the humidity level and jungle mugginess … it most certainly could be drums.
Egad.
I won’t go into another dissertation about my slobberpuss of sweatness … tmi. I won’t go into the possibility that my dog needs some form of doggie deodorant (though I think she does!) … I won’t even go into how my plumber, who has lived here all his life, came to my house today to snake my pipes (oh joy) and said he was moving to England … or Scotland … or some land where there weren’t jungle drums playing in the distance.
At least that’s what I thought he said.
I was probably hearing things and hallucinating by then. I think that was around 5pm and I had been cleaning, dusting, vacuuming, doing laundry and decorating the house all day and I was practically in a sweat induced coma. But by the looks of Griff (the plumber) he was close behind me in heat exhaustion.
This is craziness. Too hot. Too muggy. Too gross. Too jungly!
We had two thunderstorms come through tonight … I opened up the windows to let the cool air in … and only got rain on the floor and the sound of jungle drums wafting my way carried along by the raindrops.
When it storms Moby is a disaster zone. She, before we rescued her, lived in a chicken wire pen in the middle of a field in the mountains. There was a board across the top at one end – shelter, I suppose, was its purpose. When storms rolled through the mountains the thunder must have echoed terribly, along with no place to hide from the rain and lightning. Poor baby. When she had her litters (and her former owner bred her 3x in her young three years – equalling 30 pups), she was “allowed” to live in the shed … which gave more protection, but was still appalling. (I couldn’t get that dog home fast enough.)
In any case, when storms roll in and through, since her rescue, she must have residual terrors of the chicken pen days as she is just panicked. Her favorite spot is the bathtub … so, she was in there tonight. If she is upstairs her first attempt is to curl up in the corner which is adequate in size for a large chihuahua! Then she’ll go to my office closet (if it’s open) and try to climb onto the shelves! Not a great thing to do. And finally she’ll go down and get into the tub.
So, that’s where she spent most of her night tonight … and glued to my side in between storms after being lured out with some treats.
Anyway, I’ve just closed up the house again as the only thing I was letting in now was mugginess and the sound of those jungle drums. Mobes is acting kind of oddly … I think she hears them, too!