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In Latin class today, we mostly discussed Proto-Indo-European, and sound changes, and the article on Cato that I've been beating my head against trying to summarize for the last two weeks. The former was interesting, but the latter was downright illuminating; the critique of the paper brought out some really useful points from the prof about how (not) to write a proper article for publication, and common flaws in said articles when grad students do so. So that was all kinds of useful.
Came home with groceries to meet an ecstatic dog who wanted to spend about sixty seconds telling me that she had MISSED ME FOR FOREVER and then ran off to the back yard to chew on her bone as soon as the door was opened. Which was all very well, but she accidentally got locked out in the back yard for about twenty minutes, poor girl. (Which again was FOREVER for her doggy mind.) And when she got back in, my goodness, she was toasty from the sunlight, even in 63-degree weather.
Which is telling me that I should start thinking now about useful ways to keep her cool during vicious Austin summers. We already do our walks in the mid-morning and late evening, and I can pull the morning ones earlier still; I don't leave her outside unsupervised, usually; and she always has water available, even outside. And fortunately she's not long-haired at all. But her fur's thicker than a pit bull's, being more of a lab-style coat, and she's almost entirely black, on top of that. So that's not going to help much for warding off the scorching rays of the killing day-star.
I suppose I'll ask local friends with dogs for advice. I can move around the table in the back yard to provide more useful shade, pay more attention to keeping the water bowl filled out there, and maybe provide a kiddy pool of water when it gets really vicious. (Though I will then have to dry off a muddy dog at the doorway, so I'm gonna have to think about that one.)
Poor doggy. Thank god for air conditioning.
Came home with groceries to meet an ecstatic dog who wanted to spend about sixty seconds telling me that she had MISSED ME FOR FOREVER and then ran off to the back yard to chew on her bone as soon as the door was opened. Which was all very well, but she accidentally got locked out in the back yard for about twenty minutes, poor girl. (Which again was FOREVER for her doggy mind.) And when she got back in, my goodness, she was toasty from the sunlight, even in 63-degree weather.
Which is telling me that I should start thinking now about useful ways to keep her cool during vicious Austin summers. We already do our walks in the mid-morning and late evening, and I can pull the morning ones earlier still; I don't leave her outside unsupervised, usually; and she always has water available, even outside. And fortunately she's not long-haired at all. But her fur's thicker than a pit bull's, being more of a lab-style coat, and she's almost entirely black, on top of that. So that's not going to help much for warding off the scorching rays of the killing day-star.
I suppose I'll ask local friends with dogs for advice. I can move around the table in the back yard to provide more useful shade, pay more attention to keeping the water bowl filled out there, and maybe provide a kiddy pool of water when it gets really vicious. (Though I will then have to dry off a muddy dog at the doorway, so I'm gonna have to think about that one.)
Poor doggy. Thank god for air conditioning.