Hello! It’s me!
Man, it’s a hot one.
One-hundred-and-one to be specific today. Dad took me out for a late afternoon stroll once temps dipped under the century mark. I immediately assessed threats … and lemme tell you, there were threats!
I know, I know, sometimes you are caught looking the wrong direction.
Then sometimes you spot something laying in plain sight …
Did somebody say “GRANOLA BAR”? STOP. RIPPING. IT. OUT. OF. MY. MOUTH.
Without real food, I was left to fractured portions of palm trees. Are you gonna let me have this Pops, or is it off limits?
Five minutes with that thing and I was rolling in unfettered glory, #amirite?
I was finally ready to go … I heard that company was coming over.
Now, allow me to set the stage. I’m just chillin’ out in the back yard when I hear a commotion at the front door. My reaction is caught on video. Visit the website if you cannot see this gem:
That’s some messed-up stuff … this interloper arrives out of nowhere.
What followed was, well, how should I say it … um … it was “complicated”.
I mean, what in the name of all that is Holy is going on there?
So between new friends and fiberous remants from palm trees, I’m winding down my stay here in the Sonoran Desert. Mom heads home tomorrow … Dad and I begin our drive home on Monday. Follow along, pups … I will give you a daily update of our travels up the West Coast.