I cannot believe that we are having record high temperatures in March, and today is a whopping 90 degrees!  This means in our old house it is in the mid-90’s and does not cool off at night.

I know that the parentals are secretively loving this extreme heat because I cannot move…well I move from one area to the next and just plop myself down with a loud thud. I wish we had a swimming pool.

I was surprisingly perfect this morning. Mom and Dad went out to church and left the crate open. I just hung out in there with the door open. They have been letting me roam around a little bit by myself lately and that is nice. I am trying not to cause too much havoc.

OK – don’t be worried my little campers as you can see I thought Dad was not paying sufficient attention to me so I brought both his running shoes outside again.   He was really good about using his Fitbit last year and then abandoned ship and since today is the LA Marathon I figured I’d light a fire under his feet to get him going again.

Then I thought I would give him an extra run for his money so while he was retrieving his shoes I took his tax pen and chewed it up. Yep- it is grumpy season because it is about taxes.

So we are doing well, heat and taxes aside.

If you haven’t checked out Mom’s most recent blog you should since it is a quite inspiring story about her road trip in snowstorm.

Peace out Perry!