Hello! It’s me!
We’re doing a lot of sunset walks these days, and for good reason … it’s warming up! Dad tells me it’s gonna hit a hundred this weekend. A hundred! Whatever that means. All I know is it is nice and warm.
Mom decided to do something extra-special for me, now that temps are warming up. Are you ready for this? She bought me a SWIMMING POOL!! At first, I was a skeptic. I mean, who wants to swim in a plastic cylinder filled with tepid city water, #amirite?
I was reluctant to jump in, much in the same way that that a pup is reluctant to get a temperature reading at the vet. That’s when Mom tried to sweeten the deal by tossing some H2O my way … INCOMING!!
Tempted … but skeptical.
Seconds later, Mom just dunked me in the pool.
It took me all of three milli-seconds to jump out and storm the yard trying to remove the tepid fluid from my supple coating of bodily fur.
Then I thought to myself, maybe poolside living isn’t all that bad? A quiet resignation came over me.
Mom and Dad motivated my poolside malaise to go away with a sunset walk.
We peered out to the west … realizing that the end of the day was symbolic of the end of something else …
… that something else being the end of our spring-time visit to the Sonoran Desert. In just two weeks, we’ll trade in 100 degrees for 60 Pacific Northwest degrees. I’ll be honest … I like it here. I wouldn’t mind staying. But I can’t drive a car, and quite honestly I have no control over my life, so I’ll go where Mom and Dad take me. Maybe they’ll take me to see my beloved Wendy.
I’ll happily sit in a plastic cylinder of tepid H2O with Wendy!