Today is sweltering hot and the weatherman says that it is only to get hotter this upcoming week. Mowing the lawn with sweat dripping down my face like a miniature Niagara is not what I constitute as a fun Sunday activity. If I wasn’t so OCD about the way my lawn was edged and mowed than I would hire someone to relieve me of the task. After mowing the lawn today, I decided the girls needed a swimming pool. If I am this hot then I figured that they must be even hotter. I ran down to the store to buy one of those old fashion hard swimming pools. While I was standing in line to make my purchase a young boy, I would say about 4 years old, was standing behind me with his father. I overheard him tell his father that the man in front of him had wet his pants. His father quickly drew his attention away by asking him what kind of candy bar he wanted. Ok, so the truth is, I really sweat like no one I know. Not only do I have Niagara Falls down my forehead, but I must have the Nile River running down my body and creating the world’s largest lake around my nether region. As I paid for the pool and walked out the door I looked in the window of the store and yes it looked like I had wet my pants while standing on my head. The ass of my shorts had a nice wet outline. Sometimes I am glad I don’t have children. How would I explain to them that even though the man in front of us at the checkout line appears to have wet his pants, he really hasn’t.  I have always known that my ass crack sweats like the Nile River… just ask anyone that golfs with me on a regular basis and they will tell you how I resolve that issue. (That will be another story for another day)

I finally got the swimming pool home and filled it up with water. T-ko took right to the water. She jumped in the blue plastic pool and tried fervently to dig the little imprinted fishes on the bottom of the pool. Maddie, on the other hand, stood cautiously on the side lines, occasionally peering over the edge of the pool to see what T-ko was digging at. I threw some of their toys in the pool and T-ko would pin the toy against the side of the pool and fling it out on to the grass. Maddie would then run over and pick up the toy and bring it to me. I, of course, would throw it back into the water. Maddie finally decided to jump in the water and test her ability at fishing out the toys of the water. Good thing T-ko is around or else all of the toys would still be sitting at the bottom of the pool.

Of course after all the excitement of swimming, the girls had to come in and take their nap. It appears Rick also had to come in and read a little. (That really means he takes a nap, until I hear him cuss as he drops his book and loses his place.)

Summertime reminds me of Pink Lemonade. The sweet taste of this Pink Lemonade Honeysuckle is a huge attraction to the humming birds.

T-ko is a fanatic when it comes to chasing the laser pointer light. If she hears me get in the drawer that has the laser pointer hidden in it (otherwise known as the junk drawer in the kitchen), she comes running from what ever part of the house she is in and stares at the ground where I am standing. I can beg her with string cheese (one of her favorites) and she will not look up from the floor. She knows that mysterious magical dot is going to appear any second and she has to be prepared to chase it and then attack it. Sometimes I pretend to step on the little light dot and then slide my foot across the floor. This drives her insane, she tries to get my foot up off the floor so she can get the pesky little light dot. Oh how I love to torment her.          

The girls got their new jewelry today. I brought them back a few new collars from out trip to Los Angeles. Did I mention I love the coolest Dog Store in Beverly Hills called Doggie Styles.

Maddie in Pearls

T-ko and Maddie after working in the yard

Can you say Royalty

Click on any of the pictures to see more of our Photo Shoot

I spent the week in California, living the life in the famous 90210 zip code. We stayed at the incredibly beautiful Beverly Wilshire. I have stayed a few wonderful places in the world, but I must say the Beverly Wilshire was an incredible place to stay. The staff was incredible. They made a point to call us by name everywhere we went. Since I was staying with the Cambra family, I was known as Mr. Cambra. I will take the name. Little Mama and Juan Juan stayed with us all week. We don’t get to see them often enough so it was great to hang out all week. Little Mama started off the week with a cold. The staff would call on a daily basis to check up on her and ask how she was doing. She walked down to the concierge desk late one evening to get some decongestant. The young woman at the desk was as helpful as always. She greeted Little Mama and asked how she could be of help. Little Mama said she needed a decongestant and the young woman said, “Ms. Cambra, I would be happy to have one of our drivers drive you in one of our Rolls Royce cars to…RITE AID….that is a pharmacy….or I will have one of the Pages go over there and pick up what you need.”  Little Mama wasn’t sure how to take that comment. Did the young woman think Little Mama had never seen a Rite Aid pharmacy…or did the woman think Little Mama had helpers at home that did all of those menial errands in her life? It was a very interesting experience staying at the Beverly Wilshire. There are a lot of people that have more money then I would EVER know what to do with. We did see a few celebrities hanging around the hotel. Sidney Poitier, Jerry Springer and P. Diddy and then there were those “celebrities” that everyone else was pointing at and taking pictures, but I had no idea who the hell they were. I guess I need to work on my A-List star trivia.