102 Degrees at noon...

...and we are NOT happy campers. In fact, the only thing I can do to cheer Gizzy up these days,  is to leave him alone for half an hour or so and then come back. That always gets him going for a few minutes before he's right back under my computer desk where he sleeps all day. When we do go out for a quick potty break, he hurries and stands by the door, waiting to go back in.

I like him on top of the little table next to the dining room window while I am on the computer so that I can see him and he can look outside if he wants to, but more often than not, he just sleeps. He's been sleeping a lot lately, but I suppose it's better than itching and keeping me up at night like he did a week ago.  He had Dermatitis and the Vet gave him a steroid injection which helped...eventually!

He loves his beefy sticks and in the photos below I'm feeding him one, ok, two:

Look, Gizzy, what moma got you...

A beefy-stick, your favorite!

Mmmm-mmmm, that was good!...now what?

Ah, yes! Zzzzzzzzzzz...........

I'm not really complaining because it could be worse - just look at those poor folks who are afflicted with the tornadoes. My heart goes out to them!

Until next time! Doris and Gizzy, over and out...Zzzzzzzzzzzz!