Hot dog

Cousteau's not mad keen on the heat. He finds one coolish spot to flop down in and then when it warms up, he moves to another. As a result, he's been restless and floppy all day. We managed to get out for a walk once the heat of the day had gone, so he was happy.

The house feels very empty with just the red boy and me in it. Little Miss will be home tomorrow, but until then, it's just the two of us.

~Barking~