Heh. Heh. Heh heh. Heh.
I rolled over in bed and looked at the alarm clock. It was 2:30 a.m., and Denali was lying on the floor next to me just panting his heart out.
“Ugh,” I thought to myself as I plodded to the office to make sure he had water. He did. I made my way to the living room to check the thermostat.
It was 68 degrees – fine. For me.
My little Arctic dog was not so fine. The thick coat he grew in the winter, perfect for 5-degree runs, still covered his body. Even with the ceiling fan on, he had to be sweltering. I moved back into the bedroom and swapped his cushion for a towel. I hoped he would be able to feel the cool hardwood floors through the fabric. I hoped I wouldn’t awake at 4 a.m. to the sound of “Heh. Heh. Heh.”
I hoped that he would finally “blow” his coat.
It seems like Denali has been on the verge of shedding his winter coat for a month. I have even tried lounging outside in this gorgeous weather and kept a rigorous grooming schedule to give his body that final push. So far, no luck.
What should I do in the interim?