We are in the thick of the gray fog, cool mornings and sun in the afternoon. We call it “June Gloom” and it can be more than a little melancholy. For most of the country it is the start of summer but here in LA it feels like the end as the drought is taking its toll and we are living in the land of brown.
I have been doing much better. I am starting to be left by myself out of the crate for up to 6 hours now. Do you hear that people!
Of course this is not all the time but I can tell Dad is trusting me more and I love it. I get to lounge and have been good (knock on wood) with not wanting to destroy things or the house. Apparently the parental units did a fairly good job with my training. And if I need time in my crate the door is open and I just hang out in there of my own free will.
However, we all know how sensitive my skin is and again I have been having some skin problems. Last week while I was away I came back with a quarter size bump on my chin. Mom has been hooking me up with some essential oil application and it seems to help. Unfortunately it’s the oregano oil, so I smell like pizza but it does seem to be helping my owie.
I did hear the parentals are leaving again to BACK to Visalia and I will go to my camp and I am excited about that.
Life is mellowing out. I am almost 3.5 years and finally starting to settle down. But don’t let that fool any of you. I am still a crazy Weimaraner who can run and cause havoc with the best of them. I just know how to calm myself down when I need to which I why I have my blanket in sight at all times as you can see.
I thought it was a travel cup. I mean seriously – if there is any sort of vessel that contains water I am on it. I would much rather consume my fluids out of something other than my water bowl.
OK, here is the back story. Dad is on one of his projects and this one is called “conserving water.” Most of you know California is in a serious drought and even with the current rain we are still having problems. To make matters worse the republic of Santa Monica (as some people call it) are not only being faced with water rations, but a water increase over the next five years at 13% each year.
Ok – now back to the story. Dad thinks we need to try to use our water wisely. His plan is pretty brilliant and I get the opportunity to be involved with the process. So there is now a 5 gallon bucket in the tub, and when anyone takes a shower they must turn the water on and fill the bucket with the cold water. Once the water gets warm they turn on the shower and push the bucket out-of-the-way.
The best part is when dad has to take the bucket outside to water the plants. I get so excited since I want to drink the cold water. Well this morning I plunged my head into the bucket, dad lost his balance, and some of the water spilled out on the wood floor.
I don’t know what the big deal was since I had already put muddy footprints all over the floor due to the rain. Wasn’t this considered a win-win? But NOOOO it was like I had flooded the entire house according to the parentals.
OK, so the floor is clean, we are saving water and today is the Golden Globes. You already can guess the weather report so I won’t bore you with it this week.
Peace and Love,