It is 90 degrees here, an unusually sweltering temperature for Los Angeles. In fact, it’s so hot I saw two trees fighting over a dog on my walk this morning. True story.
Our townhouse has four levels, three of which have air conditioning. So, naturally, where have Marcy and her ten pounds of fur been sleeping all day…?
That’s right: the sauna-like top floor, directly in the sunlight. Hmmmm. Perhaps she is trying to sweat off a few pounds of kibble to get her figure bikini-ready…?