It's about a zillion degrees today so no going outside for puggies (unless it's for a quick business break). Instead, I'm staying in the air conditioning and chillaxing on Max the Monster. I had been looking for my Tigger to lie on (Mom's note: Tigger is a big plush tiger that looks like a tiger skin rug - used in a past life for pj holding), but Mom had the nerve to put Tigger in the washing machine. Can you believe it? I swear, she is obsessed with things being clean and not stinky. I don't know what's wrong with her, but I don't care. I'm cozy here.
