As I’m fairly certain everyone in the UK knows by now, the weather this month has been completely ridiculous. I am in absolutely no way built for hot weather. Once the temperature creeps past 30 °C, my brain quietly clocks off for the day and starts searching for the nearest patch of shade. The only problem is that when it’s still over 30 °C in the shade, your options are pretty limited. At that point, I think the only sensible course of action is to take up temporary residence in the freezer aisle at Tesco until autumn arrives.
You’d think a black, furry dog would be equally unimpressed by this weather. After all, we’ve had endless reminders about keeping dogs cool and making sure they don’t overheat. Not Ozzie, though. As you can see from the photo, he’s clearly operating under an entirely different set of rules.
While I’m melting into the nearest available puddle, Ozzie is happily stretched out in the garden, sunbathing as though he’s on holiday in the Mediterranean. It was 44 °C where he was lying, and he looked so relaxed you’d think he’d booked himself a spa day. I genuinely have no idea how he does it. I feel overheated just looking at the picture.
