Ok. So I guess two days of Africa hot isn't really that huge a deal. Unless you live in a place that hardly ever gets hot. Or your name is Dutch.
Seriously. For a white dog with a full snout to pant with, Dutch is a complete wuss when it comes to heat. More than a wuss. A sissy!
Since Dutch isn't supposed to do long hikes (and my human wanted to buy a liver or something) we tried to walk in Africa heat to the Whole Foods on the other side of the hill. I was all excited because Whole Foods has those little packets of peanut butter and anytime my human parks us outside a food place, she always brings us an eatable.
|Casa de Puglet to PB: less than a mile|
No joke. We were about halfway to peanut butter when the big spotted sissy decided it was too hot to take another step.... and cockroached in the middle of the sidewalk like he was dying or something.
ME: Seriously. We're almost there. Get up.
Arrgh! No way was I going to let a spotted sissy get between me and peanut butter.
ME: Come on. Don't you want to lick some Justin?
ME: Yes. Justin.
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The doctor sucked more blood out of my human this morning but I don't think they are ever going to decide what's wrong with her or how to fix it. Seems like for good day there are a few bad ones. It's totally lame and reeeeeeally starting to get annoying.
So last night me & Dutch made a list of everything in the world we could think of that might make her feel better. Of course me (and I guess Dutch) were #1 on the list, but for #2 we put being here. Every day. With all of you.
Life's just better for everyone when that happens.
Don't you think?