Although Big George Jr. is a valiant and sturdy member of our family at Casa Lola, he can really only do so much when the weather gets REALLY sticky.
(When did the term “Heat Wave” just become “Weather”? Thanks, global warming.)
So when the temperature in the bedroom starts to look like THIS…
…we migrate to the room that BG Jr. is living in. More for the pug than for me, to be honest. The poor Bean just can’t settle when it gets too hot, and being a pug, she has very few ways to cool herself down.
Someone (hint – it’s not me) sees this as a rather exciting, camping experience. She’s all set up with her water, her bonie, a cozy, cool place to rest, and her mama to snuggle with, should she so choose.
Even in the groggy, humid, very wee hours of the morning, she totally cracks me up.