This post once again features the one and only fearless (only if there’s no thunder) Otter-swimmer and Sardine & Apple & Tomato eater: Roscoe, who visits the beach; usually once a week.
He gets very hot (overheats) sometimes; especially now in his “old man” years.
A cold shower sorts the “heat” problem out.
When he is super-hot he just lies under the shower and doesn’t really want to go anywhere.
The air-conditioner (large mouth now missing 2 teeth) is usually desperately trying to cool the lazy-bones body.
If you enjoyed this you may like to see:
- A Tail of Dogs
- Small Roscoe
- Roscoe & his girlfriend
- Roscoe being “tortured”
- “Happy Rusty”
- Jackson (the snow dog)
- Good-bye Tom-dog
It’s after midnight but I couldn’t resist processing some photos I took a week or two ago. Then I got sidetracked.
Rusty looks very happy and is seen galloping across the sand. He appears to be dripping wet and some water is seen in the background of the photo.
I thought it might be a little cold in Conor’s valley (Ireland I believe) but Conor quickly assured me that Rusty’s coat is geared for this climate.
Now at about the time I was tying a return message to Conor, Roscoe, my faithful Staffordshire X-Terrier, who is recovering from a near heat stroke at the beach, saw the photo of Rusty and immediately barked out a few orders at me.
One order was “let’s get some sleep” and the other was, “but first send Rusty some photos of me at Durban Beach, South Africa where the bloody temperature was 34 degrees centigrade the other day!”
The photos below were taken with a Blackberry 9700. I tried to improve them a little with Picasa and PS.
PS – late edit to this post:
I saw Jackson (the snow dog) in the snow this morning (and quickly shutdown before Roscoe could see).
However, I will let Roscoe know that Rusty isn’t in the coldest place on earth right now.