re: #150 Blind Frog Belly White

Rango’s so tuckered out from the heat this weekend that he can’t even be bothered to twitch an ear when the yappy little Snack Dog next door goes on a yapping jag.

I went to bed last night at 11pm after we got home.

Two days of camping at Pleasanton for the height of the heat wave. HAHAHAHAHAHA it felt blessed cool at 98 when we got home. And of course it was 77 when I got up to go for my run today.

I’m pretty sure 77 was the lowest temperature we saw on Saturday night-Sunday morning.

At 113, your keys get hot just sitting in the shade. TRUST ME I NOW KNOW.