Sad dog and drunken moths

I love long hot evenings but they do bring their difficulties.
The dog can't be let out on his own because he squeezes through the hedge or just leaps (elegantly, like a little showjumper) over the fence, goes off and raids other peoples' compost heaps and comes home to be sick on my carpet. So if we want to open all the doors and windows (which we do when it's this hot) we have to tie him up, either in the garden with access to shade and water, or indoors.
He chooses, in the garden, to lie in the hot sun, panting and doesn't seem to understand that the water in his bowl outside is the same water I bring in with him later. Idiot.
And we have many windows. So first thing in the morning, we go round opening them all, tying the dog up and generally letting coolness into the house. then when we go out it all has to be done in reverse. And when we come home again it all has to done again. and guess what, last one to bed has to reverse it all again.
Some of the windows are quite awkward to get at and involve climbing on chairs (as I am short and, er...tubby shall we say. Especially after eating too much on holiday and I don't understand how I can be so , obviously, much fatter without having gained any weight) or stepping in boxes of waste paper (why Barney has to keep his office recycling box under the window I don't understand) . So it's quite time consuming. In fact I think I may have spent more than an hour today just opening and shutting doors and windows.
And the dog is sad because he thinks I have put him out in the hot sun with no water.
And there is a drunken moth in my wine.
I shall go and shut a lot of windows now.

Random photos of Scotland added just to make the post look pretty :)