Cole Porter’s song is on point this week, “It’s too darn hot.”

It’s too hot when even the dandelions popping up in the garden are dying from the heat. I thought those weeds were invincible; evidently, even they have a heat tolerance level. The weeds we planned to blast with Roundup are slowly turning brown and withering away. It saves breathing in some poison for the moment.

Mugsy is not adapting well to the heat. Usually, he is anxious to join me on a walk or go outside to run around and chase his tennis balls and other random toys, but lately, he seems content to lounge around...