My Grandma asked me to house lay for her a couple of weeks ago. I told her that I would do it, but to be honest, I was not looking forward to it. I cherish her house. It is an aged Victorian type house, and it is super particular . I wisht that my house had some of those aged features about it. The reason that I was not looking forward to it was because my Grandmother keeps her house very warm. When I say warm, I mean like eighty-five degrees. I can only imagine how much it cost to keep her house that moderate because it is pressing. I was so thrilled to get there and find that she had turned the heat down a little bit. It was around seventy-five degrees in the house, but her family room was still around eighty-five degrees. She had asked me not to change the temperature in her family room because the dog is used to that temperature, however she also asked me to make sure that I sleep in there with her dog, let me just say that it was the most irritated few weeks of my life. I ended up sleeping downstairs on the couch for the last week because I had had enough. I was not going to keep losing sleep just for her dog to feel more comfortable. I never told her that I didn’t sleep in there for the last week, and I don’t guess that I ever will. I cannot guess that she can sleep in an eighty-five degree room. I was tempted to turn the temperature control down to seventy and see what she would say, but I decided that was very a awful idea.