For better or worse, we put a wireless doorbell in my bedroom so my wife can ring for me if the Mighty Dachshund needs to pee in the night. Some nights, though, I wake up between 4 and 5 o’clock and go ahead and put her out, as I did this morning. I usually sleep very late of a morning during this horrid weather we’ve been having. Not this morning though. At 8:30, my doorbell rang. I asked from the top of the stairs what was wrong, since my wife usually puts the pooch out before I get up, as long as it’s daylight. The missus told me that the pooch needed to poop. SOMEHOW, I have become the “poopee” for the furry little “pooper.” The missus seems to think the task beneath her, probably because we wipe her off afterward to be sure she doesn’t drag anything onto the carpet. (Ah, I mean the dog, not the missus.)
Knowing full well that it was probably bogus, I went downstairs and dutifully took out the little bugger. She dropped immediately on getting all four feet on the ground and drained by the front step for what seemed like an eternity. I then walked her over to her “dumping ground” and asked if she needed to poop. She just looked up at me like I’d asked a silly question and stood there for 2-3 minutes just listening and sniffing the breeze. After several more such questions, she finally looked at me in obvious disgust and assumed the position. Despite her apparent lack of desperation, she did leave a healthy deposit behind her. It would seem that she really only needed to pee, and did the other just to shut me up. Even just standing there with her, the humidity had sweat beading on me anywhere that I had bare skin.
It was 86 when we left for the mall about one o’clock (about 6-10 degrees cooler than it has been), but the humidity made it feel like a sauna outside. Nothing new; it’s felt like that for a week. It was 90 in the parking lot, so I had to let the AC run on the truck as my wife took her round inside. That being the case, I decided to keep the truck moving and so, did a slow reconnaissance of the area for possible wild edibles. I found some places to look for poke next spring, but nothing else.
Once home, we had a storm about 3 and about a half hour of moderate rain. About 6, we had a lesser storm, but about an hour of gentle rain. Toward the end of it, I went out on the porch and sat in the swing a while. It seemed to continue sprinkling for a long time after the actual rain quit. A slight breeze arose, shaking the tree leaves just enough to make it sound like the rain was picking up, though it wasn’t. Both the humidity and the temperature were reduced by the rain, and it was almost comfortable outside when I went in the house about six fingers from sunset.