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Tank goodness Antonio, my new bes frend in Pomm Sprangs, fix us up a picnic for the rolly house, cuz it was very scorchy panty panty comin back acrost a dam California desert. We stop at the Colorado River so Him could cool off, but I stayed instinctive away from the warter. My foredogs was hunters, not swimmers. We let them dumb blond retrievers do that! (Hey, you know why blond retrievers can't tree a squirrel? The bark is all wrong. Ahahahaha!) So, anyway, after the desert and the river we clumb and clumb and clumb in the hot rolly house up a canyon by a big warter and come to a pavement city and stop in the only shady spot lef. It was still so hot I felt all squawsh down. Looka here:

Yestiddy we wunt to a place call Dog Beach. It is on the Big Water and all for dogs and everbody two-legged don't mind flyin sand. I tink dey have it here because San Diego is Spanielish for "Saint Doggie." I runned and runned and runned and they was some blonde Retrievers going all the way up to they necks in the warter after sawggy bawls, but I jus Pointed and laffed and played in it up to my knees and elbows. I got firfty but it was salty, so Him pored me some fresh in my lil bowl. Today the rolly house is up on a liff in Mission Hills to git a new axle bearing, so I hope Him will leech me back to Balboa Park afoot to the doggie yard wit no leeches. I like it sep for the errplanes that is too low.

It have been 2,800 morning dogwalks, so here I am at brudda Richerd houses across past the big winds, the big rocks, the big hole, the big damn damn and over all the big mountains. It was very panty in my rolly bench yesterday, wif my lips all on the blue vinyl and drippy. I never been so panty, and him kept sayin itsa hundnert forteen but the ol Comet never wint over too fitty, even at the damn damn. That made Him happy. So at brudder Richerds it is all coolywind and softyfloor and I sleepeded all nighty and peedy once this morning and soon I'm going to sleepedy agin. I still not so sure why Him want to do dis, but when he say get in this car, I do. Here is some pitchers, starting wif one of me mad when him scare me agin wif da moveyroof.

This place is grate. They has billboreds into town that says, "You had me at hound dog." It was very hot coming down out the mountings where I had a one night stand with Him's friend's dog Ellie. She had to stay tied up all the time. Then next day Him jump in a lake at Mousetail state park in Tenasee but I just put my foots in near the gooses. It was wet. Then we got to Him's nother friend's house near a big river and they we set on the sofas with kool air coming out the walls and a big whirly on top of the room. Later there was another dog. His name is Bailey and he is big and happy and Golden and he shared his food with me this morning cuz Him was still in bed. Now, Him' friend is under the water hose and he said he found a shirt he don't have to iren for a pitcher, whatever that means. Well, we all are going to leave very soon before it gets to damm hot. The teevee last nite had lots of 9's lined up with big yellow circles and Him hollered and then he laffed and said Fayetteville, Ark., here we com! That's me, to! Dodger