Grrr.

Yet again I was subjected to a weekend away from my temperature-controlled home, my couch, and my king sized bed.  Mommy and daddy took me to go sleep outside in a piece of nylon fabric they call a "tent".  I call it "no protection". 

  
Here I am checking that mommy has done an adequate job securing the "tent" to the ground.  As I mentioned earlier, the "tent" is my only protection from extreme temperatures, noises in the night (especially the dogs in the campsite across the road), and bugs. 

Unfortunately, the batteries in mommy's camera died on Friday night, so I don't have the photographic evidence, but I survived spending two nights and three days without air conditioning (or Ferb).  Barely.