101 Degrees, 118 Degrees Heat Index

"Man the fans, ice bottles now!" This seemed to be the motto of our morning until I could not stand it anymore.  "Bring them in," I said. So... Lola, Chip, and even Winnie(our ancient mini-lop) all came into the cool.  We dumped out Christopher's toy totes. We filled each with shavings and lined them up beside Carolyn's guinea pig, Rosie.  They munched on Timothy hay and a bit of cucumber through the afternoon without a care.  I have just returned them to their pens with refilled water bottles for the night.  Tomorrow we will follow this same indoor routine as the temperatures are supposed to skyrocket again.