I already don't know what day it is

Hi,
Ok, been here about a week, and I don't know what day it is. All I do know is that it's hotter than hell and the air conditioners (window units) of which there are 4 in the entire house, are giving it their all and it ain't enough. The one in Madre's room seems to have finally gasped its' last breath of cold air. The one on the porch (aka my bedroom) is barely hangin' on. The one in the kitchen is working ok, but if I find myself int he kitchen, I'm either cooking or eating. Of course, auntie's AC is working fine, but her particularly peculiar sensitivity to cold means that her AC is hardly ever on. I'll go by the room from time to time to find the small space heater turned on HI, with her under a blanket and a quilt... Madre and I are sipping ice tea and taking two cool showers a day, and she's using the heater. Go figure.

Another interesting (and I do use this term loosely) thing is the dogs that have taken a fancy to the cows and the new calves, and not in a good way. They like to chase the cows and some will bite their tail, using it sort of like a ski rope while the cow tries to run away from the dog while it's holding on for dear life. The weight difference between the two critters means the cow is frantically trying to escape while the pesty dog seems to be having a grand time, much to the amusement of it's other dog friends who are barking with glee, egging the cow ski-ing dog along...this is all fine and good, except that it usually means I'm going to be summoned to try to yell at the dogs and offer them bribes of dog biscuits to return to the yard. Invariably, this summons is delivered by mother calling me in a loud voice, usually something to the effect of "Rhonda, the dogs are in the cow pens again. Go see what they're doing, the little shits..." And, I've usually just sat down in the comfy recliner in my bedroom/porch to a snack that I've snagged when I was in the coolest room in the house - the kitchen...  What we are concerned with is that some of these dogs are documented cat killers, and on occasion have shown some aggression to their own kind. The fear that they might hurt some of the smaller calves, which is really not a good thing at all. so, maybe the "little shits" moniker isn't so far off the mark after all...