He isn’t a heat loving pup, nor does he swim. He will approach the water’s edge, with caution, and get his feet wet, take a few large sloppy drinks, but that’s about it.
The extreme heat this summer, including several stays at Doggie Overnight Camp (the very nice kennel that I’ve been using for decades) wiped my fur baby out. And, he is getting calmer, maturing as he ages out of his more hyper behaviors, my sweet boo. We ran into a friend of mine the other day, out biking on a road near my home; he agreed that Diego had matured (outside positive affirmation is always welcome) and the big boy showed it by not jumping or climbing all over said friend. Phew!
This photo was taken by his fond momma from inside the house, where the A.C. keeps it – and momma – cool. He doesn’t like the heat, but remains vigilant – especially in the afternoon hours, when pesky, intruding neighbors are making their way home from work.
Truth is, the 1st year I had him, I thought he’d be the death of me, or me of him. We both survived, and now – could he be a better boy? Well, yes – but he’s durned near perfect, regardless.
