My dog decided to cook himself yesterday. We have one of those in-wall electric heating units in the bathroom. Sometimes we leave it running because the cats like to snuggle in front of it when it’s cold. While I was watching USC crush Michigan in the Rose Bowl, my girlfriend asked me if I smelled something burning. I immediately jumped and ran into the bathroom; I was thinking that maybe one of the magazines had caught fire. But no. It was Budrick the Lion-hearted. He was standing with his rump on the heater slowly cooking himself. The stench of burning dog hair was overwhelming.
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