Hello! It’s me.

Yup, it’s a hot one … day after day after day.

I mean, there’s nothing wrong with it being 111 degrees at 2:41 in the afternoon, #amirite? You just boil a little bit … and the plus side of the equation means that you get to go on a lot of golf cart rides.

I like to monitor the situation when we go on golf cart rides. In this image, I’m in “stealth mode”.

Did you see what was lurking in the ravine?

That coyote is really a crazy clown!

I do spent a lot of time hanging out by the front door these days, tearing up towels … waiting for my friend next door (Ligen – a 10 year old Westie) to return. I saw her walk by today, so tomorrow could be a fun day for a #meetup! I’ll be monitoring the situation, k?

Hello! It’s me.

You want to see something cute, #amirite?

Here … round out your work week with a closeup of my eye lashes!

I know, totes adorbs.

I asked Dad to take another picture of me, but my eyeballs had rotated 90 degrees and my retina was pointing straight into my cranium and Dad thought that looked creepy, so we’ll spare you of that one, K?

Hello – it’s me!!

That’s me looking to my right … amazed at what is about to happen.

You see, Dad’s been preachin’ about the importance of protecting his head from the damaging rays of El Sol … the sun. He keeps telling me that his once-thick-and-utterly-lush head of hair devolved into a sparse wasteland of stubble occasionally freshened by a lathering of Pert Shampoo. Dad tells me that to protect what is left (#notmuch) he needs to wear a hat.

Then you see him with a hat, and you say to yourself “well, hey, what would happen if my particularly soft head of fur vacated my portly frame?”

In other words, I began to ask for a hat.

My friend Amy came to the rescue … along with treats and toys she brought me a coveted hat. At first, I was stunned by the gesture.

Then I turned to show my appreciation to my dear friend … Amy.

I know, I’m a sharp-dressed man, #amirite?

These are divisive times … Nazi’s are running unfettered through the streets of college towns, Yacht Rock Radio on SiriusXM has too narrow a playlist, and the Chicago Bears still aren’t a very good football team. Amid all the gloom-and-doom, happiness is out there, waiting to be discovered … in the form of a hat.

So, a tip of the hat to my friend Amy, for making the world a better place.

Hello, it’s me!

I am one tired pup, and for good reason. It’s late summer here in the valley, and that means it’s time to go storm chasing!

The winds kick up, and the palm trees shed unwanted baggage.

I like to take a few minutes and make sure all of the trees are still sturdy following big blowers like the one we had last night.

That tree looks sturdy, #amirite?

But that’s not the best use of my time. I’ve been spending a ton of time on my new hot rod … are you ready for this?

Mom and Dad bought me a new hot rod … top speeds over 25mph, street legal, and it handles like a multi-million dollar Formula 1 racer.

I’d write to you more often, but it’s hard to take the time to do that when we’re out cruising, looking for bunnies and chipmunks!