This is one of the hottest summers I can remember! We arrived home in North Carolina from staying with my dad in Georgia, and at 4:30pm, it was 101 degrees when we looked at the temp. It's really like an oven out there.
In Georgia, my sister and her husband's poor dog Bubba was feeling the heat, too. He sprawled flat out like a frog on the rug and on the cool floor whenever he could. And daddy is home from the hospital and recuperating as well as he can. He's been through a lot, and happy to be back home!
"Louder than a clap of thunder, louder than an eagle screams, louder than a dragon blunders, or a dozen football teams, louder than a four-alarmer, or a rushing waterfall, louder than a knight in armour jumping from a ten foot wall. Louder than an earthquake rumbles, louder than a tidal wave, louder than an ogre grumbles as he stumbles through his cave, louder than stampeding cattle, louder than a cannon roars, louder than a giant's rattle, that's how loud my father SNORES!"
The other night, my dad, Joe, AND Bubba were all snoring like that. (I wondered if I was, too!)
Poor Bubba is deathly afraid of thunder and lightning, and while there was no rain in Georgia, the rumbling had him frightened and curled up close by the whole time.
"They say marriages are made in heaven...but so is thunder and lightning." (--Clint Eastwood)