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A few weeks ago, it was about 116 degrees Fahrenheit in Phoenix.  It was about two pm, and hot, and I had been up the night before, all night working on the computer trying to meet a deadline.  I was exhausted and had no motivation left.  I have a hot tub in my back yard. The landlords installed it after looking over the options offered by choosehottubsdirect.com.  I have lived with this tub in my backyard for three years, but never once ventured into it.

I looked out the window, and it was hot.  Summertime in Phoenix makes you say that over and over…”it’s hot, just so hot outside” as if saying it over and over will make it get better, or seem more bearable.  But I knew that I had to spend another eight hours on the computer before I was finished with my 36 hour work day, and I needed something to keep me going.  Coffee was not doing the trick anymore.  I searched for my bathing suit, found it and went outside.  I unlocked the cover and turned on the jets.

As I stepped into the tub, my dog Jack, looked at me and tilted his head, he knew it was hot.  And he did not understand.  I held on to the rail and stepped into the water.  At first, it wasn’t so nice.  Everything was just a bit too warm, the air, the water, Jack’s breath.  As I sat in the middle of the jets and the bubbles and the warmth, I felt calm and energized at the same time.  Jack was confused, as stated, and he eventually just jumped in with me.  Not naturally for a Chicago city dog, but he couldn’t help himself.  He nervously tried to get out, and I bumped him up to edge so he could do just that.

And the minute he was out, he took off like a mad man, tearing around the yard in a full run, wild look in his eyes and all.  I got out just after that as well, and understood why he seemed to feel so good.  The air and the breeze that had been so oppressive before, now felt cool.  Energy was restored.  Jack felt better, I felt better.  We looked at each other and knew what was on our minds.  See, we both own a bad, and evil cat named Frida.  If she could feel the effects of a hot tub soak, perhaps she would be a bit nicer.  We looked in her direction, but she hissed at us and hopped the fence.  She must have known what was on our minds.