It's really, really hot here. Like I don't wanna go out and poop kind of hot. Don't worry, I still go but I hate it. Rulon says I'm a wimp but Mom says because my snooter is short I'm special needs and can't take much heat. Rulon is a butthead and doesn't know what he's talking about.
I've kinda been in a little trouble lately because of the new squatty dog. He keeps sticking his nose in my business and being all "Woohoo, look at me, I'm Conrad and I can run SO fast and I LOVE the heat and I can jump on the bed all by myself". A dog can only take so much before cracking so I beat him up. Well, kinda. I didn't make him bleed but I let him know that I didn't give a :::bleeped out word::: about his stupid puppy skills. Sure he can jump all around, but he's like 50 pounds and I'm like, well, a lot more. If he had my weight on his stumpy legs he wouldn't be jumping anywhere. I think he got the message because he's been all sucking up to me since then.
We did get a pool, but I was the only one brave enough to use it. Sam the Ham wouldn't even come out of the house when she saw it, what a looooser. Bear had a drink out of it but my other brothers were wimpy sissy dogs. I think I look like one of the Baywatch lifeguards. Not the chicks though.