This is how Chester spends his days at the shop. It doesn’t matter how hot it is he will lay in front of the door with his tennis ball (it’s behind him) and wait for any willing person to throw it for him. He’s our good will embassador and loves inducting new members into his fan club. I swear he knows that if they like him the next time they will bring him a treat, which they usually do. This week I had to take him home a couple of days because I thought he would die of heat stroke. Dogs don’t seem to understand the concept of hydration during a heat wave. Once there he spends his afternoons on the sofa in air-conditioned comfort. What a life.