Summer roared on in with gathering strength: it was hot yesterday and is forecast to be hot today. Apparently the poor incredibly decrepit dog shut himself in the bathroom last night. Eventually the housemate woke up enough to realize it wasn't me crashing about in there, and extracted him, but either then or later, he peed in the corner under the towel rail. Then he spent much of the day panting, sleeping, and when he could find his water bowl, drinking. After we went grocery shopping, the housemate managed to flood the kitchen and laundry room while soaking a t-shirt. (It'll be my turn to flood the place next; the laundry room sink drains a bit slowly.) Then after swabbing the floors, she left for an appointment; and on my way to bed I discovered the poor dog was shut out in the yard. It was hard to get him back in in her absence, but it was cooler in the house.