Hot as Hades

The inside tempreture in the afternoon.

The inside temperature in the afternoon.

Greeting loyal readers and fellow maremmas. Now as you all know it is summer here in New Zealand. Up to this week the weather has been unseasonably cool. Well, that sure changed this week. It has been very hot, not as hot as our Australian cousins have been experiencing, but still it has been very warm.  The temperature on the deck has been over 40 C for the last few days. Me and Nellie have been keeping cool, staying inside as much as possible.  Mummy says it is even too hot for her to go out in the garden.   All she is doing is watering her garden in the cool of the evening.  Thank goodness for unlimited access to bore water.

Yesterday it was so hot that mummy got daddy to make up a new addition to the household.  Now as you all know Me and Nellie are maremmas, and We are programmed to be very aware of any kind of real or imagined danger.  According to Me this new thing posed a real threat to family.  For some reason mummy and daddy thought it was very funny that I was barking fiercely at the fan.  But believe Me, loyal reader I know danger when I see it.  Here are some photos mummy took of Me barking at this thing.

P1030418P1030420P1030417Mummy and daddy should be happy that Me and Nellie are on the job.  Now off Me and Nellie go.  Mummy is in the kitchen and it sounds like she could be cooking, which means there is a good chance that Me and Nellie will get some tasty treats.   Love Nellie and Jasper, the two bestest maremmas in all the land.


Me, keeping cool under the kitchen table.

Me, keeping cool under the kitchen table.

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12 Responses to Hot as Hades

  1. that fan is to be destroyed!! BOL! So glad it is helping to keep you cool though. Hope your hot spell doesn’t last too long

  2. Two French Bulldogs says:

    Wow, that’s hot! So nice to have your own fan

  3. Kyla says:

    Bore water? I’ve heard of babbling brooks, but water’s always been interesting.

  4. Nice job guarding your family against the evil fan. How dare that thing come into your home and try to move air around??

    Love and licks,

  5. You just never know about fans….(Did your barks sound funny with the spinning blades? We used to yell into fans as kids to make funny sounds)
    Stay cool – I’m afraid we will go straight from frigid to sweltering here shortly.

  6. LOL I’d bark at the fan too. Have a fabulous Friday and stay cool.
    Best wishes Molly

  7. Basil says:

    Good job you were there – I’m not a big fan of fans either BOL. They move my hair around and pay no attention to my withering looks!!

  8. fredrieka says:

    I do not attack fans but I attack brooms.. They always seem to be chasing me

  9. writetowag says:

    BWAHHH!!!! It’s ruff being on guard duty all….the….time!!!! I bet your barks sounded really cool in the fan!!!! Hugs

  10. Misaki says:

    Give the fan a chance guys, I love sitting in front of it and letting my furs ruffle in the breeze 🙂

  11. Mags Corner says:

    Oh, that fan may look like a danger but we bet you will be enjoying the cool it brings in no time with all that heat there. Good job though sweet Jasper alerting there was danger at hand. Hope the fan helps a whole lot. Hugs and nose kisses

  12. HAHAHA Hope you and Nellie get used to the fan soon, Jasper – the fan is your friend! 🙂
    We have a fan downstairs, and one in each of Mum’s and Dad’s work rooms upstairs – plus a ceiling fan in Mum’s room… We can usually be found lying in front of one of them throughout the days…

    Keep cool!

    Lots of love from Solo and Krissy xxx

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