It’s getting hot in here.

Only that I can’t take off all my clothes! My humans are trying to make the heat bearable for me. Since San Diego it had been cold and because I want to be with my humans all the time and always want to be in the cockpit, they wrapped me up in fleece blankets. My mom had left my fur long on purpose, because it was cold!

When we passed Cabo San Lucas and rounded the Baja’s southern tip, I started panting. That evening mom groomed me for hours, lots of hours, she took out a big bag of dead hair from my fur. Because you know I have hair, not fur, and my old hair doesn’t fall out by itself, it has to be pulled out. Now that sounds terrible! It’s kinda like waxing hair off your legs, after a couple times it doesn’t hurt at all. I was groomed like this since I was a puppy and it doesn’t hurt, if the groomer knows what they’re doing. And mom knows. I complain once in a while, mostly when I get bored or tired of standing or both. I know she means well, but it can take long sometimes. Now my coat is shorter, but she said, she’ll have to take off more… Oh well. How does the saying go? Who wants to be pretty must suffer?! Yadayadyada. Yeah, I guess me too.

At the moment, all I want is to be cool.

Now, when I am done drinking water, my mom puts the rest on my head and back. In the marina, she hoses me down or under way she often gets a bucket of sea water to drowse me with.

All of that feels good and makes me feel way cooler. So, anyway, life is hotting good.

Samba