Not cool.  Literally.  Hot.

The mom had to have me wear my boots the other day.  It was super hot outside.  And we had to go pick up the girl at the local library.  So here I am.  In the library, in my boots.  And people kept pointing at me and saying how cute I looked with my “little red boots”.  People, these things are not fun.  I’m a dog.  I shouldn’t need these darn things.  Whatever, I know the mom just wants to make sure I’m safe and my paws don’t get burned.  So thank you mom for that.  However, I suppose she could just carry me everywhere.  Yeah.  Why doesn’t she just do that?  I mean, I’m only 75 lbs.    Then I wouldn’t have to worry about a boot coming off when I alert.  Right!

Oh well, I guess I better get used to these things.  She’s keeping them in the car all the time now.  Just go with the flow Darwin…that’s what I have to keep telling myself.