
Meet Psycho Killer.
The Yorkie that the Prims own.

And everytime Moo & I walk past this little pup goes ballistic. I mean absolutely rabid crazy.
Hence the name.
Usually he (guessing) is locked away behind their gate & we never actually see him.
But with all the heat & humidity here, they must’ve let him out of his little pen so he’s taken up guard duty on the roof.

There’s not really a whole lot going on around here lately.
It’s hot. It’s humid. It’s August.
The dogs are trying to stay cool, but still bored out of their minds since it’s too hot to be out.

S’mores, our neighbor’s pup, was the perfect example the other day.
Face shoved in the glass, sound asleep – dreaming of cooler temps & longs romps in spider-free grass.
August is also when the dozens of spider species here flourish – and they’re everywhere.

Little One can still be found early morning or late in the evening…patrolling the complex.
But I’m still here…I know I’ve been off the grid lately.
There’s just not a lot going on & I’ve been bored a lot.
























