I can sort of understand why some people are dog lovers and some are not. I fall into the dog-lover category because I had a dog during my formative years named Sabby that knew me and loved me. Unconditionally. When I was sad she was sad with me and she would nestle her long nose on my thigh and stare with her droopy bassett eyes into mine.
I used to sing a song to her. You may know that classic oldie. “Soldier boy, oh my little soldier boy, I’ll be true to you.” I sang it like this: “Sabby girl, oh my little Sabby girl, I’ll be true to you.” Then one day I realized my great neighbors George and Caralee were working in their backyard in clear ear-shot of my vocal display. Embarrassing. From then on I sang much more quietly.
But back to the point. Some people are not dog lovers because dogs do things like chew the garage door cords resulting in time spent splicing and taping. Three times. Or else he is not a dog lover because the dog pees in the grass creating dead spots. Or she digs out his wife’s newly planted jalapeno plants causing the wife to burst into tears. But we are not talking about anyone in particular. Just non-dog-lovers.
But it so happens that our dog chewed the wires connecting the air conditioner to our house.
Yesterday it was 95 degrees outside.
Richard has been patient. He has never really tried to get rid of her in spite of these destructive tendencies. Last night as we lie in bed he said
“This is miserable.” I was afraid to concede. Afraid of what it would mean for Misha. It was a rough night. I guess we are spoiled with being able to control the temperature.
But this morning since the window was open I awoke to birds chirping outside and that summer smell. The smell that reminds me of swimming lessons and working at the waterpark. Sometimes in our controlled environments we are so disconnected from everything wonderful outside. There was just something so natural about the temperature just being what it was. And at 7am it just so happens to be a nice temperature.
I stayed in bed for several minutes just soaking up the summer-ness. It was nice. The perfect start to my day.
I owe it all to Misha.