The trilogy of Devil Dog and Tippi and their First World struggle to survive a desert heatwave ends here. Will it be triumph or tragedy?
Heatwave Apocalypse-Day 5
The heat wave has subsided a little and it will only reach 110 today. Devil has not been getting enough exercise so he’s
showing a little tummy pooch grown into a blubbering mass of flesh and fur.
I can’t bare to see him like this. I grab his water bottle and drive him in the golf cart to the community pool. We don’t even care if anyone sees us. We are desperate soldiers willing to take perilous risks. Six ball tosses into the pool is all Devil can handle now that he’s fat. We head home and carve the heralded crossbar on our wall. “Five days, Devil! We made it!” Devil tries to bark in affirmation but pukes up pool water instead.
The Husband returns tonight so I am cleaning up the house and packing while Devil is putting his red ball in my path to try to kill me. We’ve decided we want to drive to our family cabin in the mountain of New Mexico tomorrow where we don’t need air conditioning. It is a ten hour drive and awfully hard on my back but any survivalist knows, you gather strength when you need it. I tell Devil, “It is like we are being raptured! Sayonara, suckers!” Devil jumps up and down wagging his nubby tail like he understands me and I can’t help but wonder–where did Devil learn Japanese? When The Husband gets home, Devil outright lies and claims he has been a good good boy.
When Devil sees we’ve packed his red ball, his toy box, two tennis balls, his box of milk bones, his indoor bed, his outdoor bed, his water bottle, his food dish and his hiking gear, he bounds into the car and kisses me on the nose. Devil doesn’t know about this rapture of which I speak but he knows a good good road-trip we he sees one.
Sayonara, suckers! Devil and Tippi have left the building. In ten hours, Jersey and Alison will be in the mountains!