I’m up in wine country this weekend with many new pals. I came up yesterday for a few days of R & R because my guardians are busy travelling and working. I’m lucky to be here because this is Fleet Week in San Francisco. What this affair normally means for me is 3 days of ear shattering noise while Navy and Canadian jets burn a lot of fuel flying right over my house, scaring people and animals alike.
But this year I’m in the countryside, safely away from the crowds of tourists and aggravating noises in San Francisco. Here it’s sometimes a little hotter than I like, but at least I can hear myself think.