I apologize if you’re sick of Booker stories, but he continues to crack me up. The weather here has turned hellishly hot. It was almost 100 degrees yesterday, and will be even hotter today. Booker, being the good Siberian Husky that he is, has a full wooly coat. His big shed won’t come until next spring, and then every bird’s nest in the state will have dog hair cushioning. In fact, Nebraska will probably report odd tumble weeds that look suspiciously like dog fur. In other words, Huskies put out a lot of hair…and Booker is one hot dog.
I’ve tried to minimize his discomfort by freezing gallon jugs of water and letting him play and lick to his heart’s content. Frozen Kong toys with a cheesy filling are great puppy popsicles. We also put a large fan near his bed just to move air around, and he seems to appreciate it. What amused me today was the unfortunate combination of Booker’s desire to stand in our small koi pond, and his affection for eating. I gave him a dried chicken strip treat, which launched him into crazy-boy mode. He was racing all over the yard, dropping the treat, throwing it into the air, and being a general goofus. At some point he decided to actually eat it and brought it over to the koi pond. Booker hasn’t quite grasped that water is different from other surfaces. He’d take a bite, and as the rest of the crispy strip dropped into the water it would start floating away. Panicked, he drop what was in his mouth to get what was moving away, but then what he dropped would float away too. This went on for some time to the koi’s amusement…and mine. I swear their fins were covering their mouths and I heard laughter bubbling from beneath the water. Maybe not. Or maybe the sound was just the water hitting the rocks, or chicken strips escaping, or a dog giving me joy equaling the best part of my day.