A Drencher

Hello! It’s me!

The monsoon season provides drenching rains here in the desert. In a normal year there are two or three storms that provide a couple of inches of rain. That’s a big deal, #amirite?

On Sunday we got one of those storms … a real drencher. Nearly two inches here at the house.

As the rains ended, I took Dad out on a golf cart ride to survey the landscape.

The first hole on our west golf course has a new water hazard.

Drainage ditches were saturated.

Pickleball action was halted.

We even found a new lake across the street.

Amazingly, the brazen bunnies that I so love to monitor during golf cart rides paraded about, undaunted.

There is a wash that runs across the east portion of my community. The wash ran unabated.

We’ve had more rain than the last two monsoon seasons combined, and double the amount of monsoon rain we’d typically receive in July. When you’re stuck in a megadrought, you need every droplet you can find. On Sunday, we were dumped upon by an onslaught of droplets, a real drencher.

P.S.: After losing nearly four pounds in three months, I’ve gained a pound in the last month. Turns out when you are fed the same garbage every day you’ll eventually adjust and eat the food. Dad is turning the corner with me, and I’m hungry, and I’m not happy. Send your thoughts and prayers my way, ok?

Monsoon Time

Hello. It’s me!

It’s been awhile, #amirite?

I’ve spent the past few months losing weight. I’m on a horrific diet of vet-prescribed pellets from h&*$. I’d rather eat particle board than indulge in this stuff. But I’ve lost four pounds during my journey, so I suppose my story is going to turn out ok.

As we end our quarantine period, my activity schedule begins to amp up a bit. On a monthly basis, Alex comes to groom me in her mobile grooming vehicle.


In other news, it got up to 118 degrees for a few days in mid-June. Not as warm as it gets way up north in British Columbia in summer, but still toasty in the Valley of the Sun. Dad checks pavement temperatures to see if we can go for a walk or not.

“Нет” as they say in Russia.

When I can’t walk (which is often), I just cuddle.

A few weeks ago Dad put a skillet in the back yard and attempt to fry an egg using only the heat of the sun. Unfortunately, the egg evaporated faster than the sun cooked it.

We’re heading toward the dog days of summer. Monsoon season!! Thunderstorms. Haboobs!! Excitement is coming. Vaccines are in the arms of some people. Pounds are flying off of my frame. We’re turning the corner, returning to a fun life.