Hello. It’s me!!
Pups … the dog days of summer have come early to the Phoenix area. Highs approached 90 degrees today. And with temperatures so darn hot, one has to look for moisture … one must HYDRATE, #amirite? So I don’t care if there’s salty sweat on the end of a quarter-inch nut driver or on a brake caliper, I’m gonna hydrate.
I call it mid-summer, others call it March 8. Either way, these balmy conditions require lots of fun with friends.
Then you get all sweaty and you require a bath. I’m not a fan of taking baths – I’ll be the judge of when my own odor overwhelms our household. But Dad is bigger and stronger than me, so I end up getting dunked in the soapy water-filled tub from time to time. I try to remove the gentle shampoo applied to my body via abrasive contact with Astroturf. If you can’t see the video below via email, please view the video on my site – it’s worth it.
That’s quite a sight.
Yesterday we beat the heat by going to lunch. Dad enjoyed a pork tenderloin sammie – which means that I got a nibble too.
Some afternoons, Dad has to partake in happy hour – I just sit back and wait for the cheese to hit the floor.
When temperatures cool modestly, I like to play tennis.
I know, I’m very, VERY athletic.
Not only am I athletic, but I’m helpful. For instance, a few days ago I found Dad a tax accountant.
But eventually, the heat takes it out of you … it’s time to check out …
… and succumb to a hard-earned nap.
P.S.: To my friends up north … hang in there … 90 degree temps are just three or four months away.