The temperature reached 99 degrees. We had journeyed far and Carl, especially, showed the strain. His conversation consisted mostly of nonsense. Finally we found a cooler spot and our Corgi’s legs gave out.
“But I see Caesar’s Palace.”
Carl was right, but, of course, he was also wrong. I said, “Rest a bit more.” Carl was eventually able to stand and he became quite excited. “At least they have provided a cool pool for overheated canines.” Almost immediately, his excitement peeked. “And it comes with a shower.”
It fell to me to break the news. “I’m afraid they don’t allow dogs in the water.”