Hot Dog

Sunday night we took Namath to a dog play date. Generally, he doesn't fare well at these events, but it makes me feel good to get him out to see the world. And owning a pet is all about me, right?

While the big dogs ran around the yard, Namath spent his evening on the porch, stalking the back door in search of a way into the air conditioning. He actually did make his way in once, and had the nerve to make me chase him all around the house in order to get him back outside. He knows what's up with the AC.

By the time we got back home he was exhausted.

Hours later, when he was still breathing heavy, we decided it was time to take further action.

The iced towel seemed to do the trick.

Where was he with my iced towel on my Saturday run? So selfish.