I think the extraordinary summer heat in South Texas has finally baked Ziggy’s brain. For the most part, he seems to be normal. He still snores when he naps. He still farts after he eats. He still tries to lick my feet as if they’re covered in melted cheese. He still snuggles up next to me on the sofa. Yup, he seems pretty normal except for one thing. He L-O-V-E-S to go outside during the hottest part of the day and lay on the concrete patio. What is he thinking?!?
Ziggy - Bake at 450F for 15-20 minutes
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It probably makes his old bones feel good, poor old boy, and it does’t smell like ‘icy hot!’
You’re probably right. It’s his version of a heating pad. He’s 11 now, my sweet, stinky boy. He always smells like hot dead fish when he comes inside. Some day, I’m going to really miss that. Kleenex! Mommy needs a kleenex!