It’s Monday, and it’s hot. The heat index right now is 115.
Bo, other than being a tad sweaty, is doing perfectly fine. I’ve been leaving his fly sheet off until I figure out the solution to the rubs. Here he is, picking through a handful of the newest load of alfalfa for the good edible bits:
He’s still eating reasonably well, I’ve dropped him to 3x meals a day since he has less of an appetite mid day in the heat and wasn’t really eating his lunch. He still asks for food every time I go out, even if he’s got half a bucket left and it’s nowhere near meal time. New food is always better than old food, I guess?