Yesterday afternoon when we arrived home from errands in the big city, we let Ollie out into the backyard for a potty break. The coed followed him out and flopped down onto the grass with him. Both the dog and older daughter have a negligible amount of body fat and thus never seem too bothered by the heat. I snapped this quick pic of them with the camera on my phone. In the background you can see Max, my mother's pug, trotting by with his tongue lolling out of his mouth. Max resembles a bowling ball with legs, so he gets hot and starts panting the minute his fat butt clears the door to go outside.