Today we hit a new low. Gregg had to fetch the car so that he could come get Ray (and me).
Granted, it's a pretty warm day. And granted, I know that Ray doesn't do heat well. But, really, it's not THAT hot and it wasn't THAT long a walk.
We got about two and a half miles out when Ray started flopping in the shady spots. We were walking a loop so we only had about one more mile to go. Every time he flopped Gregg and I managed to get him going again after a few minutes but only for a few more minutes. So when Ray flopped in the middle of the street we were crossing, I knew we were in trouble. We managed to get him up and as far as the shady lawn on the other side of the street when Ray flopped for good. We stood around for a bit trying to talk him into going on, but Ray was comfortable (it did look really nice in the cool grass).
"Should I go get the car?" asked Greggie.
"I think that's probably a good idea," I replied, "Otherwise it's going to take us all day to get home."
Gregg jogged off.
I stood, waiting.
Ray remained, flopping.