Hello. It’s me!

Spring has arrived in the Pacific Northwest. A record-high temperature of 64 degrees, and several days with only intermittent rain allowed Dad and I to have a series of adventures.

For instance, Dad cleaned and prepped our RV for the big trip to Arizona next week. My role was to watch out the door for interlopers.

Now, sitting and doing nothing for two hours while Dad used toxic chemicals to scour a motorhome is fun, don’t get me wrong. But I wanted something more out of life. So I asked Dad … CAN WE DO SOMETHING, PLEASE?

Fortunately, I can communicate via telepathy. It doesn’t always work. Yesterday, for instance, I wanted to sup on a luscious piece of string cheese. I performed my mind meld on Dad.

But Dad somehow misread my intentions, and told me to go outside and go potty. Angry, I took out my frustration on a towel (visit the website if you cannot see the video).

The whole ordeal exhausted me.

Anyway, back to the story. Dad took me for a ride … TO THE PHARMACY!! I waited patiently.

I thought visiting the pharmacy would be more fun than it was. So I asked Dad if I could drive? One problem. My feet could not reach the gas pedal.

We headed home. I inspected the route … yup, this is the way home, Dad.

When we got home, I enjoyed a little deck time on a day of record high temperatures.

All in all, I had a great time. I was exhausted.

I need my rest. Dad tells me we’re driving 1,450 miles to the south next week. I thought the 2 mile trip from the pharmacy to home took an eternity!