WHAT ARE YOU WAGGING AT?

Panting for Life

My paws are burning on the sidewalk.  My panting is longer than normal.  Meaning, I’m not just sticking my tongue out at people or other dogs just for the fun of it.  Today, I pant for life because it’s doggone hot out there.

My parents moved us to the Valley.  Whatever that means.  My life remains somewhat the same.  Except for the boxes.  It’s like a mouse maze in here.  And for a dog like me, a mouse maze is the last thing I want to do.  And where in the hell did they pack all of my tennis balls?  I had all of them counted and in the right place–underneath the bed–and next thing I know, the bed is gone, the balls are gone, and the old apartment is gone!

At least now I have a yard.  And it’s great, from what I can see.  Did I mention how hot it is?!!!  The most I get out of the yard right now is for the quick pee and poop.  And of course at night.  I actually got caught in the sprinklers the other night.  One of my balls was out there, by itself, and the sprinklers were going off everywhere.  I had to suck it up and brave the sprinker waters to rescue my ball.

I did it.

That’s enough for now.  It’s time for another nap.

Sniff ya later.

My name is Chloe. I am a Springer Spaniel

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