Last night the dog went berserk at something out the window and then realised that it was her own reflection. I have never seen a dog look so embarrassed.
Central Asia has reset my tolerance for heat. Enduring several weeks of temperatures around 50ºC will do that to a girl. Where once I wilted like a delicate flower in any temperature over 25ºC, I gambolled around all day today, delighting in the 35ºC weather. Imagine me in a long white dress, drifting around the garden picking fresh produce, smelling herbs and not stepping on bees.
The dog and I have reached a new accord. I have only lost her once, today.
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