The Dog Days of Summer...Already?

I'm a wuss when it comes to heat. A total wuss. And 80 degree temps in April are killing me. We usually rarely top this in the summer. So, in response to the summer-like heat when we should only be hitting 65 degrees here, I'm cooling my av down with summer dress.

Even Alfred agrees that this kind of heat in April is evil.

In protest of the heat, I've shaved my head, lost my shirt, tossed my shoes and refused to even button my shorts. My new friend Alfred (who scared me when I tped into Juve's small gay paradise to take my photos) is refusing to move much, other than to flop onto his side and return to his upright position again. I can't blame him much. He can't take off that fur coat.