Sleeper Cell

She lies in her bed, seemingly deep in sleep. Dreaming. Her big paws twitching and her lips moving as small bursts of air escape in a simulated bark while she chases a squirrel or cat. She's restful. Lazy. And then 1:40pm rolls around and I can't get her out of my face until I take her out on a walk so she can see that the weather has only deteriorated throughout the day to become even hotter and more unbearable. So it's back inside to the cool tile floor. Not 30 minutes later, she's in my face again.

To think she's so cute...