It was in the upper 90s here the other day, and a man was walking his boxer-type dog on a leash, and the poor thing was panting with his tongue hanging way down, and his head hung low. I asked the man if I could give his dog some water; her agreed. I snuck inside and grabbed my kitties huge bowl, filled it up and took it outside. I could have sworn that I heard that dog say, "Thank you so much, Lady!" I just wanted to smack the guy. If this non-dog person can see that the dog needed water, why couldn't the guy??? I snuck the bowl back into the house, washed it, filled it, and put it back before I had to be held accountable by my gurls!