It seems to strange to complain about the heat (when I’ve most recently complained that it has been raining non-stop for months) but this sudden jump to the 80 degree mark is putting a cramp in my walkie-style.
Mama and I both are feeling it – even though I got a major hair strip in the last few days, I’m still getting tuckered out just doing our regular walkies. I did get a spiffy new thermos of my very own for our walks (much better than a water bottle because a thermos has it’s own cup, you see) and now mama’s thinking I might need to get a cooling vest to keep me cool enough for when we move to the east coast.
I love ya mama for thinking of ways to keep me comfy… and for understanding that less walkies are NOT a valid option…
Love,
Bogart
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