A story of a hot dog

That season change to cooler weather is a bit awkward. I adjust to the quiet of no air conditioning. The pups get decidedly more snuggly, particularly Chuy with his short, suede-like coat. The pups are like pilot fish and we swim the night with them glued at my sides. At some point in the night, the covers seem to burp out a toasty little Chuy smelling like a hot Frito. My corn chip boy. He will snuggle at my side and will deign to allow me to pet him. 

He's so adorable.