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.