Schadenfreude in the sunshine in Southern Arizona.

We've just been looking at a weather map of the United States. Most of it is blue, purple and green. But here we are, tucked into a little strip of orange and happy we're not in Montana. Or New York. Or Wisconsin. Or any of those places.

We saw a wonderful new TV show last night. It's called Dogtown and it airs on Friday nights just after Cesar Milan on the National Geographic channel. These are true stories from Dogtown, at Best Friends in Utah, where -- in their own words -- you get to hear the good news about animals, wildlife, and the earth.

All the stories don't have happy endings, but most of them do. Sadly, Bruno the aging, abandoned Chow, didn't make it. But he spent his last hours in a home, not a cage. And the last thing he felt was loving hands, and the last thing he heard was a loving voice telling him it was going to be all right, it wasn't going to hurt anymore. I cried like a two year old.

This is great television. Tune in next Friday, okay?