They should have been Judy’s dogs

When the sun is out, my dogs spend their entire time on the second floor deck following the sun around, snoring contentedly in its warmth, moving only when the sun has moved a little away from them and, even then, using the minimal amount of energy needed to pull their limp bodies over into the full sun again. Given my aversion to sun, heat and sunbathing, and my sister’s fairly slavish devotion to it, I’m thinking I should send them to Atlantic City for the summer so they can sun bathe with her for a few months.