What does one do when it has been over the 90's for over a week - you pretend to life isn't worth living anymore (and that's because Mom won't take me to my park in this heat!) So instead you flop on floor in a lifeless, motionless state hoping Mom will move away with that flashy thing and just leave a boy in peace to suffer silently. Sigh - and it isn't even summer yet. How do I convince Mom that doing my tricks and learning even more new ones just isn't the same as a walk in the park and getting all those wonderful smells. Even a trip in the air-conditioned car to the air-conditioned pet store didn't do anything. I still came home all dejected and flopped down in my air-conditioned house. Why can't they make air-conditioned parks - that is what I want to know?