Bake at 100 Degrees Until Done

Every day, when we get home from our walk, Mrs. Wigglebottom gets a treat and then she comes up to my bed room, climbs onto the bed, and gets right in the morning sun.  It’s hot and she’s covered in dark brown and black fur, so she’s sitting there panting like she’s running a race, but she looks over at me like she couldn’t be in any better spot in the whole wide world, so what can I tell you?

It doesn’t make sense to me, but she loves it.