It's bloody hot...

"Y'know," said Maddie. "Sometimes you just gotta say something, to let folks know they're doing things right..."

"So there I was," said Maddie, "walking through the moon base, when all of a sudden, thwonk!...

"... Get your motor runnin'... Head out on the highway..."

"Oh, boy!" exclaimed Maddie, as I dropped her onto the passenger seat. "A ride in the car! Are we going to San Francisco today?"

"Nope," I answered. "Think closer to home."

"Are we picking up Jennifer from work?" She rolled on the seat, pausing to sniff at the container of water I'd left in the cup holder.

I buckled my seat belt, then started the car. "Closer."

"Taco Bell?" she asked, resuming rolling.

"No," I answered with a shake of my head. "No Taco Bell. We're going to go get you a car seat."

Maddie stopped rolling, staring up at me with a wrinkled brow. "Phooey!"

Scenes from the most recent Small Dog Social at Our Best Friends...