canicule - dog days - Hundstage
If you saw a heat wave, would you wave back?
Dogs want to be people. That's what their lives are about. They don't like being a dog. They're with people all the time, they want to graduate. My dog would sit there all day; he would watch me walk by; he would think to himself, "I could do that! He's not that good." That's why the greatest, most exciting moment in the life of a dog is the front seat of your car - you and him in the front seat. It's the only place where your head and his are on the exact same level. He sits up there, he thinks, "This is more like it. You and me together, this is the way it should be." He looks out the front. What's he looking at? He's a dog. "What are you going to make -- a right or a left? I don't even know where I am."
July 2013: May I add this funny link?:
Friends; we must have had the hottest weekend of my whole life. Already in the morning of Saturday when we left our house, the outside temperature was 42C (107F)…. We were on Montmartre on for a guided tour and the lead-up was already painful. We could hardly eat our food, it was so scorching hot and we quickly followed up with a wonderful ice cream and an equally great espresso. Then our guide did not show up.... The group of some 30-40 people waited and waited. Nobody informed us; and with my Hero Husband having sacrificed some of his very precious time with me (he's abroad the whole week), we got slightly unhinged, and not only because of the heat. I tried to phone, the given number wasn't 'manned' - a message couldn't go through.... We left the place after 30’, I wrote a mail immediately, so far (Monday eve) I haven’t had any reply.
The incredibly unreliable transport system of Paris caused further heat and grief. We climbed our train with the clearly stated terminus – by the time (much delayed) it set off, the direction of the train had changed and we risked our lives by hurling through tunnels, stairs up and down to catch a correspondence – impossible to understand the given information (on the outside of the train only, the train was absolutely packed to its limits)! We were dead on our feet by the time we returned to our cool and wonderful home – lost 5 hours of our precious day and missed the much looked-forward instructive tour. Shame, shame and shame again.
Sunday was terribly hot again; I measured 39C (102F) in the late afternoon. I had to wait until after 8pm before I dared watering the garden; and I wondered what such heat waves do to our elderly, to the bone dry lands and how many fires would be started by carelessness or foul intention over these days. I was contemplating the wonderful wines we should get with such quantities of sunshine and no rain but also the suffering of both animals and humans – the draught that certain regions have and the chance of a change (little for this week). When I finally watered my not so green paradise, I was smiling at the song that erupted around me; many birds started to sing in their trees and shrubs, praising no doubt the arrival of some water…. I also fill clay basins with fresh water every day but of course this water turns into a boil in no time and the birds can’t ‘wash’ or drink.
What amazes me is that those very hot and lasting scorchers are all relating to the word DOG: CAN(E)icule, HUNDstage, DOG days…. And I wondered where this link comes from. When I found the information, I remembered having read about this before. In the ‘free dictionary’ it says: Hot period of the summer reckoned in ancient times from the heliacal rising of Sirius (the Dog Star).
HERE some great explanations that I found TODAY!!! (seems the theme is of some actuality!)
Stay cool! As did this dog that had its ears flapping in the wind until the car had to stop next to us at a red light :)
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