It’s just too hot to do anything but get very, very flat.

Man! It’s hot outside! Even Sam doesn’t want to hang out in the backyard. Which is unusual, because he generally loves being in backyard in the evening. That’s when the breeze is blowing through, and you can find the big dog on the lawn with his nose tipped up to catch the scents going by.
But not today! Even after I watered down his favorite shady spot, came to the door and gave me the “Can I please come in?” woof.
I decided that probably deserves a measure of sympathy. In the form of a treat. Which he received and ate so quickly that I didn’t get a picture of it. That’s a good dog!