When we came home from church yesterday, Dad told us he had just let Paco in - he had been outside for over an hour in the heat. Poor little guy was so hot and miserable. We made sure he drank some water, but I still felt bad for him, so I grabbed a popsicle from the freezer and let him lick away.
I love his orange tongue (sorry its upside down - it refuses to cooperate and I'm not in the mood to fight it). The only thing I wish I had done differently would have been to have given him a blue one.