Going The (Minimum) Distance

Barley, a dog, has only made it one body length out of her crate before she has flopped onto her side.

Barley loves her crate: It’s dark, cozy, and no doubt very familiar-smelling. However, at the height of the summer heat wave, it seems that coziness was too much of a good thing. I do not, after all, have AC. So, one uncomfortably warm evening, I watched her groggily emerge from what appeared to be a deep sleep, take a couple heavy steps past the threshold of her crate, and flop right back into whatever dream had been interrupted by being too damned hot.