Sunday, February 17, 2013

Compared to What?

I was looking at a chart that converted dog years to human years today. Chandler is thirty six according to the chart, and Sasha is fifty two, although she lies about her age. My neighbor's eighteen year old Akita is off the chart, but by my calculations Fritzy is one hundred and sixty years old in human years. He looks it. This morning as I got ready to walk the dogs, I wondered if there was a Florida temperature to Chicago temperature, conversion chart. For instance, in the summer when it is ninety degrees here in South Florida, with ninety percent humidity, what would that compare to if that happened in Chicago? You have to remember that Florida humidity is chunkier than Chicago humidity. While Chicago humidity has that tasty chemical smell and feel, Florida humidity is pure liquid, so that at ninety percent it is almost as if you were swimming through it. I'd say a ninety degree, ninety percent day in Florida would be Lucifer like in Chicago, comparable to near boiling.

As I got dressed this morning to take out the dogs, I was reminded of my youth in Chicago. Long pants, a tee shirt, a long sleeve shirt, a hoodie sweat shirt over that, followed by a heavy coat with hat and gloves. It was forty two degrees out there and I don't like to be cold. I say, forty two degrees in South Florida is comparable to ten degrees below zero in Chicago. I remember getting up to go to school on frigid days in Illinois. I'd be packed in layers including long john underwear, sweaters, boots, gloves, a stocking hat, and a big puffy, oversized coat. Even with all that, I would still be shivering by the time I got to school. That was exactly how I felt this morning in our forty two degree, deep freeze. The dogs however, didn't seem to mind it at all. They still stopped and did their sniffing, and peeing, and greeting of all things living with the same languid manner as if it were a normal Florida morning. The weather doesn't seem to bother them at all, which leads me to believe that there must be a dog weather, to human weather, comparison chart somewhere.

8 comments:

  1. Way to much time on your hands

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  2. The only time the cold bothers ZOE is when it is in the teens and there is snow on the ground. If she isn't quick, she tries to walk on whatever 2 paws aren't frozen. It's pitiful!

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  3. Jac loves the snow and cold, buries his nose in the snow and you have to practically drag him in. Joey doesn't seem to mind cold and snow, but hates the rain. Jac is 91 in doggie years, in great health, Joey is 42 and doing well also. Their owners are 60 and 72 and in so so health and both hate the snow and cold. Some days I wish I could live in doggie land!

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  4. So I only had one drink in dog-drink-years at the bar this weekend.

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  5. Sue, so you don't come down to Daytona anymore?

    Hostess, let me check the chart because I highly doubt it.

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  6. Laura and Dustins old doggie, Lumpy, used to LOVE the snow. She would roll around and make dog-angels in the snow!

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  7. I ate spaghetti last night.

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