LIFE IN THE FAST LANE

Well first of all it is Sunday. So there's not a lot going on anyway. Yesterday my daughter and her husband, John Arguello, came down for lunch and to see the rental and go look at the real house.
The real house has a new building permit in the window and the very best news is they are actually starting to do some work. We still have a long haul ahead, but maybe we'll be back home in time for Christmas.

Other than that, not much is happening.

It is also very very very hot. My thermometer says the actual temp is 94. The dewpoint is 73 which makes it quite uncomfortable outside. It is supposed to get hotter for the rest of the week. Getting Cooper to go outside, even when he has not been out all day is becoming a problem. Several times I have had to take him out front on a leash, to get him to go at all. Not peeing cannot be good for his kidneys.

Here is how Nigel spends his time. And then I wonder why my pillows smell funny at night.

It's a familiar smell, but not always conducive to falling asleep quickly.

The rest of the time, or a lot of the rest of the time, the Boys spend guarding the house. Against all possible intruders. This includes little children and dogs across the street, car doors slamming two blocks away, squirrels in the front yard and flies. Conley has become a fly killer.

Wow what is dat? S'dat a squrrl? KILL IT KILL IT KILLIT mebbe da noise will kill it.....

An Lookit dere dat liddel black dog Angel whut awways gettin loose so much dat MomPerson leff a leesh on the bannystair (thet youse can see iffn youse look careful) to run out an greb she an teke she home.

Whut? Whutchu meen be quite? Whut iffen dat dog wanna come in where it cool or sumfin? Oh all rite. We be quite. Humf youse no fun a tall.