dog days of summer

He fucking hated the heat. Sweat dripped down from his shoulders in rivulets, dampening his thick fur. Dag was sure he'd pass straight out if he didn't find some shade soon. There had to be a reprieve from this blasted heat. It was as if the devil himself had just spread his cheeks and broke wind all across the drooping green hellscape before him. Grunting to himself, Dag shook out his fur. His ruff stuck out all spiky from the sweat. Just when he thought he was done for, he spotted a small pool of water in the distance. "Ooooooi..." he sputtered, picking up the pace. His "sprint" amounted to a weak trot, but finally he reached the pool and threw himself down in mucky waters of the swamp. The mud was slick and deep but it cooled his skin. He churned around happily in it, a pig in his slop.