Summertime Tea

By Katie Barreira

Last week, New Yorkers suffered record high temps and my dad called from Boston to express his concern – namely for the well-being of Minna, my schnoodle.

There had been an incident of paw-fryingly hot pavement. So, off she went to pound the shaded trails of Cape Cod’s seashore by day, and pant under the cool ocean breeze by night.

And what of the girl left to roast in the city? I decided to quit bellyaching and take a cue from our neighbors to the South, who annually endure this forsaken heat. How do they do it?

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