Put the crate in the car, and go!

It's dog rescue day. I'm reneging on attending a wedding today -- a wedding I wanted to attend -- because the call has gone out to rescue a batch of pups from a sweltering shelter in Kentucky.
The rescue consists of a bunch of drivers taking "bucket brigade" turns at moving endangered pets from kill shelters (those that keep them only a few weeks or months before "putting them to sleep") to no-kill, foster homes or new permanent homes, usually in the Northeast and Canada. I join the convoy whenever I can, and today I can!
I've put a large-sized dog crate in the back of the Audi -- with the back seat down, and very careful engineering, I can do that without ruining the upholstery -- and stashed fresh water, leashes, paper towels and collars on the floor. Now I'm ready for Rocket, who I'm told is a bit frisky. There will also be an assortment of smaller and younger dogs, on their way to New York State.
It's too hot to drive. It's too hot to handle dogs. But if I want to sleep tonight, I've got to go, and to remind myself how lucky I am to be able to care for my own pets.

And there it is ...

The Flair is in place. I am one contented woman! Everything works except the clock, and I'll take care of that very soon! What a magnificent range this is - one wonders why appliance makers don't understand anymore about creating quality that lasts. (Of course, maybe they do -- the truth is, today's appliances have a 10-year life span, and that means ... *ta-da* ... MORE SALES!)

I've baked in both ovens and cooked on all the burners, despite 100-degree heat. I love it! Even the cats love it, and cats, as you know, are very picky.