Dogs on a 90-Degree Day

SUMMARY: Unseasonably warm for mid-May in San Jose. Should be mid-70s. But noooo. The dogs hang out.

Tika lounging on the cold tiles with a good view of possible invasion of the agility equipment by squirrel sabateurs.	Jake. Asleep. He lies like this a lot and then won't wake up even if I yell and shove him repeatedly with my foot. It's scary. I think, "He's 14 and a half and he just went somewhere else fun and left his body here for me to deal with," and then he wakes up and wants food. I hope my life is this easy when I get to be his age. And that people bring me food.
Boost. Does this look normal to you? (Do you hear strains of The Exorcist jangling in the background?)