This isn’t a tile floor I’ll grant you, but it’s a cool concrete slab (otherwise known as a stoop where I live) in the fall and winter. Actually, it’s a little cool even in the summer.
Y’all have spoken. Tile floors are the coolest place to rest in the dog days of summer. Why aren’t they the “cat days of summer”? That makes more sense to me. Which is interesting because not much ever makes sense to me.
After tile floors, comes lying under ceiling fans. And swimming. Huh?
My pal Gavin’s peep told me about a dog pool right here where I live. Can you believe that? Everybody knows we Scotties sink like bricks, but Gavin doesn’t. He wears a float vest when he swims in his river. See? Sweet!
I might have to visit my local dog pool. Thank you Gavin’s peep.
So, here’s my next question: do you swim?