Pooches: The Outdoor Animals

While it has been incredibly hot and humid the last few days, this is exactly the way we like it.
When I say "We" I really mean Mr. B and me.
Back when I was a single bachelor, I used to spend my time outside on the deck with a single chair, but when A (and the pooches) entered my life, she was able to convert it into a full out napping and sleeping space.

Mr. B and I can spend hours, even days, out on the deck. Since it is the only place that Mr. B can be on furniture, we can snuggle together like bros.
Even with the high heat index, Mr. B will try to spend all his time outside, even defying A when she wants him to come inside to cool off.

So we will both be outside: him panting and me sweating profusely. Happy as two disgusting guys while the fine ladies of the household play dress up and snack on crumpets and tea.

One night we almost got away with sleeping outside. That was until Miss M had to tell A that it was time for bedtime and we were still outside.
I think it was mainly that Miss M was upset that her pillow was not inside to make her comfortable.

Poor us.
We had to come in from our great outdoor adventure of listening to nature in Chicago: cars honking, sirens from passing ambulances, rats rifling through the trash, and drunk people yelling on street corners.
Does anyone else have pups who won't come inside?

Also:
Real nature.
Remember Country Mouse?
Deck Dogs.