Summer in the city is hot, hot, hot!
So hot that I can barely get out of bed. Please mom, I
need-need-need a pool!
I mean, look at this guy! He's cool and happy and has all sorts of toys in his pool.
Mom, don't you want me to be happy, too?
My mom remembered that the local
Ace Hardware store carried little pools like this, so we took a trip down the street to buy one.
Their logo says: "The helpful place" and it sure is!
I love Ace! They let puppies like me come into the store and always have yummy treats to share. Whenever we walk by the store, I try to drag my mom into the store so I can say "hello" -- and to get my treats, of course.
But, when we got to the store, we saw a sign that said:
Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no!
Apparently it was so hot that their air conditioner broke, so they couldn't stay open.
What should we do now? It is sooooo hot, Mom!
Suddenly my mom said she had an idea . . .
She found an plastic storage container on the third floor, emptied it out, and filled it with water.
Hmm . . . I think I know where you are going with this.
I dropped my ball into the water to test the water out a bit . . .
And then dove right in!
Ahhhh . . . great idea, Mom!
But can we get a *real* pool tomorrow?
I'm much better than my mom, though.
This is what I call "forward facing dog."
And stretch . . .
Absolute bliss!
Summer in the city is hot, hot, hot!
So hot that I can barely get out of bed. Please mom, I need-need-need a pool!
I mean, look at this guy! He's cool and happy and has all sorts of toys in his pool.
Their logo says: "The helpful place" and it sure is!
Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no!
She found an plastic storage container on the third floor, emptied it out, and filled it with water.
Hmm . . . I think I know where you are going with this.
I dropped my ball into the water to test the water out a bit . . .
And then dove right in!
Ahhhh . . . great idea, Mom!
I'm ready! Throw it, Mom!
Sometimes my friends try to play with me . . .
But, they usually don't have a chance against my super-sweet running and catching ability.
Again, again! Throw it again!
Zoom . . .
Now, that is what I call a "Happy Hour"!
My mom told me it was a "soft" ball.
I don't think she knows what is was talking about, though. It didn't feel very soft to me.
Hey little birdies, were you playing with this?
As fore-lady, it is my job to make sure everything is done correctly.
The sticks look good, so let's get started!
Dad, just carry the sticks over there, and I'll tell you what to do.
Yeah, that's a good spot!
I helped carry some sticks, too.
I had to supervise to make sure my Dad did everything right.
Before.
After.
Hey, Dad! I came out to check on your progress.
Looking good!
Very nice!
But, there are still a lot of pavers to put in.
Better get back to work. 
After surveying the property, I decided that the best place for the parking pad would be at the rear of the yard so that my dad can have access to the alley behind the house.
Good job, dad!
and pour the . . .
Whoa, you guys are fast!
I hear my dinner calling . . .
it has great trees.
With lots of little birdies.
Come on, birdie. Just a little bit closer.
Spending five days wrestling and romping with my Vizsla friends in South Carolina wore me out.
Yesterday, I left for a long girls weekend with some of my very favorite ladies: Miss Melissa, Debbie, Rachel, and Ania. Some of my very best Vizsla friends will be in attendance also, so I'm really excited.
We're going to South Carolina, so it's a pretty long trip. Luckily, I love road trips, so this should be fun!
Paw-tay!
