Francis Albert Friday!

Joe and I were remembering how much Frank disliked extreme temperatures. He did not like the cold but he really, really didn't like the heat.

One time we took him for a hike in an area very popular for its myriad of trails and the reward of a beautiful view of the city once you reach the top. You could let your dogs off leash and let them roam freely along the hike.

We thought Frank would love that. Well, we went on a warm summer day and boy, did he hate it! Once we got on our chosen trail it got really warm. There was no grass. Just dirt and tumbleweeds! There were no trees for shade. Frank kept going ahead of us and looking for somewhere cool to rest. On a regular walk he would always lay in the cool grass that had just been watered or even lay in standing water in the gutter. There was none of that at this place. Every now and then we would find him up ahead taking shelter behind a big tumbleweed. He looked so upset. And he wouldn't look at his. He was clearly really mad that we brought him there.

When we finished and got back down to the car, he dove in and was so ready to go home. We always joked later when he would misbehave that we would take him back to that place. We always thought we should drive up there with him in the car just to see what he does. The emotion on his face that day was priceless. Of course, we couldn't really do that to him and we never, ever took him back there.