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Morning lap at Echo Park Lake. The geese were in my spot again, so I explained, loudly, that it is my spot. They did not move. We are at a stalemate.

Sploot of the week, Echo Park edition. The grass by the boathouse is the perfect sploot temperature. Rate my form.

Roaching. That's what it's called when a greyhound sleeps upside down with legs in the air. I've been doing it since 10am. It is now 3pm.

Found the only mud puddle in Echo Park after months of no rain. My human said 'how.' I don't know how. I just have a gift.

Elysian Park fire road. I take the hills slower now, but I still get to the top. Grey muzzle, good knees (mostly), view of the stadium. Can't complain.

Someone dropped a whole street taco by the stairs off Sunset and my human picked me up SO fast. I'm named Taco and I can't have one taco. Injustice.

Got groomed. I am a cloud now. A cloud that will bark at your bike.

RIP to the 'indestructible' toy. It lasted nine minutes. My human said 'that's a new record' and I don't think it was a compliment.

Did three laps of the field at full speed, then needed a blanket because it was 68 degrees. This is just my life.

First time at Echo Park Lake in a few weeks. So many new smells. Walked slowly and made a new friend (a very small dog who barked at me once and then sniffed politely).

Elysian Park with Chango today! He showed me the shady trail. I showed him how to roll in a weird smell. Teamwork.

Blanket burrito, part two. Found my human's hoodie and moved in.