When September Ends

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That’s me at the vet. Needless to say I wasn’t thrilled with the examination. Why is everybody fascinated with placing their hands on my neck?


Did she fix my bum? Absolutely. Did she put me on a diet? Yes. Said I was overweight. I guess I can’t eat any of these anymore.


We all deserve a little deep-fried pork fat in our lives, #amirite?

The vet says I could keep up with Frank if I were lighter. She said I’d have a better chance of getting to Dad’s leg first so that Dad isn’t spending quality time with Frank.


She says if I moved my body and didn’t take public transportation I’d be more fit. I’d like to remind her that it has been 105 degrees or warmer for the past four months.


She says I need to incorporate more fruit into my diet.


September is ending … and next week the remnants of Hurricane Rosa will push summer out the door, ushering in temperatures that are at least 15 degrees cooler than they have been. I’m hopeful that when September ends the body shaming ends with it, because I’m hungry!!!

Boot Scootin’ Boogie

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It’s late Summer now, which means it is football season in my household, #amirite?


During the games, Mom and Dad enjoy a beverage or two. Sometimes I get to share a frosty beverage with Mom.


Unfortunately, I’ve had a “swollen bum” the past few days, causing me to scoot my bum across the floor. So I’m headed to the vet tomorrow … my appointment is scheduled so that it doesn’t interfere with Monday Night Football tomorrow, so that’s good, but I’m not interested in going to the vet. So I’m throwing the challenge flag!




Creepy Crawlers

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As we transition to Fall, our yard is inundated with what I call “creepy crawlers”.


I don’t know about you, but I find the veritable buffet of nature that consumes our fake front lawn a bit disconcerting, #amirite?



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That’s my friend Frank … he spent the weekend with me. And what a weekend it was. He got in 11,000 steps, I got in 1,100 steps. He ate 22 crunchables, I ate 2 crunchables. He pummeled me. I slept for an entire day after he left. His visit led to a discussion with Dad.





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These are the salad days, my friends. Hanging out with Mom while she crafts coverlets, hanging out with Dad while he writes about the topic.


Rumor has it my friend Frank may make an appearance this weekend. That would be some good stuff! And we get our RV back today, and if that happens, an adventure could be on the horizon. That would be better than the smoke I typically see on the horizon, #amirite?




The Dog Days of Summer

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Typically referred to as early July – mid August, the “dog days of summer” are in full force around here. It’s a pattern we’ve grown to know and love.

  • Blast Zone Spell (110-117, not humid).
  • Monsoon Spell (105-109, humid, evening thunderstorms & blowing dust).
  • Repeat.

It led to a conversation with Dad.


With Mom doing so much better following surgery, I’m thinkin’ it’s time for an RV trip once the repairs on the unit are done, #amirite? And if not a trip, a least a jaunt over to the ocean would quench the endless Dog Days of Summer we’re experiencing.