I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Once again, something is wrong.
Sweetie: Lady Human! You forgot to turn your heater machine off!
Me: The heater is not on. It has not been on for months and months.
Doodlebug: Then humans must have fouled something else up.
Me: Oh, no doubt.
MoonCat: Meow. They are complaining because it is hot and their silly bulldog faces are steamy.
Me: That’s why I have set fans all around and the ceiling fans are going full blast along with the A/C window unit.
Sweetie: Not good enough.
Me: Well. I can add some ice cubes to your water.
Doodlebug: Yes, do that, please. What flavors do you have?
Sweetie: Make mine cheese flavored.
MoonCat: Make mine tuna cubes.
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Bulldoggy 
I don’t know how you deal with the heat
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I grew up in Beaumont, Texas, 90 miles from Houston. In the summer, playing outside was like running through warm water because of the humidity. People always say, “It’s not the heat; it’s the humidity.” Yeah…well…Like the last few weeks, the temperature might be 85-90°. No biggie. But the temperature humidity index has been running (“real feel”) 108° -115°. If that humidity comes down to normal, it’s going to feel like a blue norther even if the actual temperature is 100°. Some tricks: FANS EVERYWHERE! Stay in the shade. Curtail outside work. Move slowly. WATER. Wet kerchief on the back of your neck. And…walk around half naked but only inside your own house. (You don’t want to start a fad.)
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I thought you’re not supposed to have humidity? Oh, maybe that’s Vegas. It’s not the heat that always bothers me, it’s the humidity that bothers me.
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The further from the Gulf you go, the higher and drier it is. Right now, the humidity is extreme all over the place. Mighty peculiar.
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Ugh!!!! Poor everyone!!!
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