I wish I could say that The Curmudgeon was doing fine, but I can’t.   He had another very bad day yesterday.  It is a good thing that I stayed home instead of going to upper state Western NY to Aunt Janet’s funeral.  I don’t think he would’ve survived yesterday had I not been here.  

       When I cam downstairs, I found Patty shut in the kitchen and there was no sign of The Curmudgeon or Gavin.  I figured they were outside so I went to look.  So glad I did.  The Curmudgeon was on the floor of the porch in the excessive heat.  Gavin was guarding him but the poor dog could do nothing to help him.

      I managed to help The Curmudgeon slide into the kitchen on his back where he could cool down.  However, I could not get him up off the floor.  I made him as comfortable as possible and went looking for help.  Sunday morning and no one was home. 

     I finally found one neighbor at home and he came over.  He managed to get The Curmudgeon into a kitchen chair and then into my desk chair where he could wheel him to the living room and to his chair.  This is where he spent the rest of the day and most of the evening.  He finally was able to move well enough to climb the stairs and go to bed around eleven last night.

      I’ve told him that he shouldn’t do anything in the mornings with this heat until AFTER he puts on his ice vest.  Had he put it on yesterday I know he wouldn’t have fallen down and not been able to get up.