I guess these are the dog days of summer. It's been hot hot hot and the poor old black dog suffers. I hose her down before we walk during the day (we don't go far), and she doesn't even try hard to get away, though she hates the hose.
Today it was 97 degrees, and now, at 10:30 p.m., it's still 82. I try to walk her a mile every night, and we're grateful for the sprinklers along the way. She gets a drink, and then I lift her into the spray. She doesn't like that, either, but she feels better after.
Thank goodness for the swamp cooler. The house is comfortable, at least.