July was hot. Too hot for Sherman who normally takes walks with us every other day. He'd walk halfway and then sit down refusing to continue. He was the smart one. So we started leaving him at home while we marched on. He liked that a whole lot better. At first we thought his paws got to hot on the pavement, but we went out walking on a cloudy day , and he still wasn't into it. He loves to walk, just as long as the temperature is about 80 or cooler.