Summer - Winter

A week ago Monday it was 113 degrees in Los Angeles. Yesterday and today, it was cold and rainy. The weather makes no sense. It is difficult to figure out how to dress anymore or whether to turn on the air conditioning or the heater.

Poor Chewbaca, my dog, had to go out yesterday because the cleaning lady was coming. I think she is afraid of him, but he can’t be in house when she is cleaning because he gets in the way. He attacks the vacuum and tries to bite hunks out of it and the rest of the time he thinks whoever is visiting should be playing with him. He can play ball for hours.

The last time the cleaning lady came, Chewbaca had to stay outside all day, to which he took exception. He pouted for half an hour after my son got home and let him in. This week I was worried. I had to leave for work while the cleaning lady was working, so he was out until someone got home. I was worried about him out in the rain because he has a bad knee which bothers him when it rains anyway. Also, he was going to be wet and smell bad.

Chewbaca lucked out. My son had a doctor’s appointment and came home early, so Chewbaca did not have to stay out all day. I knew he wanted to be back in the house where he could sleep in the recliner and be warm and dry. He is such a baby. He likes to help me write. He figures if I am sitting at the computer, I must want to play ball.