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We’ve reached that time of the year … that warm, WARM time of the year. Outdoor time is reserved for 6:30am, #amirite?


A lot of the day is spent indoors. And while resting, I like to take advantage of the concept of leverage. Case in point:


Did you see what I did there? No? Let me show you.


If the back of the couch ever decided to do anything, my rear right leg is there to stop the madness. This is how I maintain leverage over my Dad in bed … in the middle of the night a right rear drumstick in Dad’s back is all it takes to prevent 250 or more pounds of thunder from crushing me. Whether it is Dad’s back or an inanimate object, I apply leverage in an effort to control the situation during these boiling-hot days of late June.

A New Friend!

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When it is 110 degrees out and you’re finding a shady spot to do your duties, it gets a bit lonely.

Making matters worse today is that Grandma and Grandpa took their fancy new-old car back to Wisconsin, leaving me with fewer people to protect.


But the real kick in the belly happened yesterday, when I had to leave California and say goodbye to my new girlfriend … Stella!


Obviously Stella loved me after I told her I worked really hard to shave off a few pounds. She admired my determination fostered by a lack of access to food.

We spent a whole day together while attending the High School Graduation Party of my dear friend Julia and buddy Luke. Stella and I were (to be brutally honest) inseparable.


We had real conversations:

Dash: Wanna play?

Stella: Wanna play?

Dash:  I’ll play!

Stella:  I’ll play!

Dash:  I’ll use my girthy frame to push you.

Stella:  I’ll use my stealthy maneuverability to constantly nudge my nose into your ear.

Dash:  You mean whisper sweet nothings into my ear?

Stella:  What?

Dash:  Too soon, #amirite?

Stella:  Wanna play?

Dash:  I’ll play!

Stella:  I’m exhausted.

Dash:  Let’s lie down for awhile.

Stella:  Ok.

Dash:  I’m bored.

Stella:  Me too.

Dash:  Wanna play?

Stella:  I’ll play!

Dash:  Good!

And so it went with my dear friend Stella!

Without Grandma and Grandpa and Julia and Luke and Stella to warm my heart, I was left to defend the homestead. And defend the homestead I did!


Remain Vigilant

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I know, trouble.

That house with the car in the driveway has been vacant for three months. And now out of nowhere there’s a moving truck there and two cars at times in the driveway and some guy lying on his back assembling something from IKEA or whatever. No matter how you slice it, I’ve gotta keep an eye on the situation. Somebody must remain vigilant, #amirite?

I suppose the day got off on the wrong foot when Dad sampled a playlist on Spotify and this came up.


I don’t trust an album named “Chupacabra”.

Nor should you.

However, the day turned nice when my neighbor Leigan stopped by. You’ll have to visit my website (https://wordpress.com) to see the video if you are reading via email, but it is worth it to watch my tail sing with joy!

Maybe Leigan could help me monitor the new home owners across the street … at least that way I’d have company if a chupacabra happened to stroll by …

A Short RV Trip

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Mom wanted to do some quilting at a multi-day session, so off to Temecula, California we went for a week of fun.

Dad and I did the “man” thing. He worked, I worked over crunchables, #amirite?


There were times I was left in the RV by myself … those were not times I enjoyed.


For several days, the RV had a problem. Water pressure from the city connection was TOO STRONG … so strong that it blew through the pressure regulator, then blew through the check value in the water pump, and then continually overflowed the fresh water tank. Yeah, that’s not a good thing.

So on Tuesday afternoon Dad told me we were driving toward Escondido to visit Camping World.


Skeptical that we’d have fun, I elected to embark on the mission. After stopping at Camping World, Dad promised to take me down to the ocean. Off to Oceanside / Carlsbad we went.


We parked the RV. I asked Dad if we could head down to the beach? He said YES!!



That’s where we ran into trouble.



Turns out Oceanside and Carlsbad don’t think much of me. So I was relegated to the passenger seat for the duration of our visit, which as it turned out wasn’t very long.


While I enjoyed my trip, I did not enjoy the discrimination I faced along the way. Fortunately, I was welcomed back by Arizona’s warm, dry, loving arms.


Belly Rumbling

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The week started with a scratchy butt and ended with a tickling tummy.

Dad took me to the vet twice because I spent the better part of a day spinning on my butt like a top, trying to reach it with my mouth in an effort to quell what was likely an itchy hind quarters. It appears I am allergic to something, maybe all of the pollinating plants and cacti in the neighborhood. It was nothing that three Benadryl a day couldn’t sooth, #amirite?

That’s where the good news ended.

You’d think that a one pound weight loss over the past six weeks would please the powers that be, but you’d be wrong. My vet, who ably probed my rear end inside and out (and I mean that quite literally) said that I need to lose a few more pounds. And while I’m not a fan of this …


… I’m even less a fan of one can of calorie-controlled slop coupled with two pieces of turkey jerky and a dozen blueberries a day. 386 calories a day. That’s it.

That’s not living.

So when the UPS driver arrived at 4:30pm today I evaded Mom’s restrictive arms, bolted for the delivery truck, and begged the driver for a snack. The driver delivered!

There’s fifty calories that nobody is getting back … wait, did I hear Dad say he’s cutting back my dinner because of the bonus bone?




There are five threats that I now monitor.

  • Real
  • Perceived
  • Rusted Metals
  • Chupacabra
  • Lack of Food.

Potent Blower

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That was taken a few days ago, when it was warm and calm.

Today was hot and breezy … mid 90s and with bombogenesis in the air (i.e. tomorrow’s Great Plains and Upper Midwest blizzard). Desert winds howled across our flat terrain. It was something to behold … as long as you were indoors.

Now, I don’t want any photo evidence of the event, but lemme tell you, I tried to perform my outside duties in a west to east fashion this evening, and the results were highly unsatisfactory! This potent blower stuffed super-heated forty mile per hour winds in the general direction of my hind quarters. I thought only politicians knew what it felt like to have hot air in that general area, but now I know different, #amirite?

Regardless, the jet stream jettisoned us a sampling of pleasant parting shots late this afternoon.


Our ten week parade of guests ended on Sunday. Recent days have me lying by the Casita, hoping for somebody to emerge.


When the winds calm down, Mom and Dad tell me they’re going to play more pickleball. And while I’m supportive of their endeavors, sometimes I feel like I’m not the only one lamenting their decision.


That being said, I’d prefer they abandon me for pickleball than have them force me to walk during a potent blower.