I mean, seriously, you’re just a dog.”

Sisyphus had enough sense to stick his head out the window and ignore Randolph. He allowed the stiff Santa Anas to dry his eyeballs but did have the presence of mind to lick his nose every other blink to regulate his body temperature. It was at least a solid 98 degrees out and climbing, and with the a/c busted again and Randolph too fraught and too frugal to fix it, there really was no relief from the heat beyo...