cabin fever

Hello everyone; it is I, Mani the purebred border collie, and a very tiny purebred border collie at that. The guy I live with says this introduction is supposed to go a different way, because I am a purebred border collie, but I’ve had three urpy car rides in three days, and, so, you know.

Here I am in a characteristic pose. (I got that right.) I don’t stand still for very long, except when I’m asleep. Even then, I sometimes run, a little. 15022603We have “cabin fever”. That’s what’s called an expression. We don’t have a cabin, and I know this because I learned to climb the stairs this morning, and have been everywhere in the house except for downstairs. I also noticed that there are dogs that look just like me in the glass things hanging on the walls, but the guy I live with says they won’t chomp me.

I learned to climb down the stairs just a while ago, and come when I’m called (well, sometimes), and am practicing staying in my fort in the kitchen. I have an important role to play in the household, here, and I’m working at it. Mostly.

Neither of us has a fever, either, though there is some feverish activity going on here, to help with the cabin fever, or so I’m told, and I did create quite a bit of excitement by being taken on a “good will tour” today where I got to meet some of the neighbors. They liked me.

I had my lunch just a little while ago. It took some time for me to get over the urping. I did suggest, rather loudly, to the guy I live with, that we get up at one o’clock this morning so I could do some eating, and, surprisingly, he got up, and we went downstairs. We went back to bed after that.

Oh, and also, I learned how to get into the real bed. I know that the guy I live with’s former buddy slept there, and died there several days ago, but as I said, my role here is super important, and I can hardly wait to get big enough so that it becomes my bed, and I can sleep in it just like his last buddy did, because that’s what we purebred border collies do, and I’m looking forward to a good, cozy life here.

I thought, since there were pictures taken today, that I would show some of the feverish activity going on here, which I have nothing to do with, naturally.

cactus seedlings

cactus seedlings

more cactus seedlings

more cactus seedlings

The “downstairs iris”. Don’t ask me. I just got here a couple of days ago. I know there are some strange things going on here, that have something to do with gardening, but how strange, I guess you’ll never know, because I just don’t understand them at all. As I said before, I’m little.


Iris lineolata subsp. grossheimii

The iris in the laundry room. The laundry room is downstairs, I’m pretty sure, and I don’t know why these are different from the “downstairs iris”. They just are, I guess.

15022606There are “upstairs iris” too, but how many pictures of iris can a person stand, anyway?

So that’s the gardening part of the blog. I get that it’s a requirement. The part about me is much better.

I discovered that there are some rules here. “No eating the pine cones” is the only one so far. This is this collection of pine cones that’s supposed to be really important or something. They were in the basket before I showed up. I tried to pretend that someone else had moved them, but the guy I live with didn’t believe me. 15022608Well, if I can’t chew on pine cones, things are pretty boring here right now. That’s why we have cabin fever.

I looked for something to read15022604but decided on a nap instead.15022609I did get to play in the snow in the back yard for quite a while, and that was fun. In fact, I have a short movie to show you, featuring me.

Pretty cute, huh? I liked it.

It’s exhausting being me, so I’ll let you go now.15022602


Until next time, then.








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the first morning

Hi everyone; it is I, Mani the purebred border collie. I forget what I’m supposed to say next.

Oh. Thanks for all the comments on my first post. I couldn’t respond to every one, because I’m little, you know.

I slept in my portable fort next to the bed upstairs last night, with a night light on. I made the guy who brought me here get up at four o’clock in the morning, which he said was “perfectly okay”, though later he seemed to regret saying that.

I had some breakfast, played some with the guy who brought me here, and then discovered that there was a basket of toys in the living room. There was one in particular that I liked a lot, and you can see by the blurriness of the pictures how fast I was enjoying chewing on it. It belonged to Chess, of whom I’ve heard a lot. 15022502



15022504The chicken next to me is pretty fun too. It makes a honking sound when I chomp on it. When I chomped on the guy who brought me here’s fingers he just laughed. There don’t seem to be very many rules here.

I can take naps whenever I want to.15022513The guy who brought me here said he thought maybe he might call me “Keith”, because it looks like I wear eyeliner, which I don’t, but he thought that was really funny. I think he’s just jealous because he can’t take a nap with his tongue sticking out. You have to be fairly advanced to be able to do that.

He also thought I didn’t know how to climb stairs. “I guess, with feet that big, you probably can”, he said after I showed him I could. 15022505I already saw the room upstairs so I didn’t feel like going all the way up.

Speaking of upstairs, I understand that this is basically a gardening blog, and so I have to talk about that for a minute. It helps me take a nap if I talk about that, some. It’s not very interesting to me; right now, anyway.

Well, the guy who brought me here told me that he’d been sowing seed of this rare cactus, Sclerocactus mesae-verdae, outdoors in pots, for twenty-five years, and nothing had happened. Einstein would have had something to say about that, I think. (We purebred border collies are born smart, if you didn’t know.)

So then just recently he decided to try “chipping” the seed, which involves a watchmaker’s loupe and a razor blade (which I’m not allowed to play with), and the seed germinates in, well, as long as I’ve been here. Hardly any time at all.15022501Okay, well, that was boring. I think I’m beginning to like the guy who brought me here, and he seems happy with me, though he has some sad moments too. Someone else lived here who would have loved me, he says.  I heard him make an appointment for me this afternoon, which I don’t like to think about, and he did stick me in the big new fort he bought, which you can see in the first pictures of me, so he could sleep a little (because of the four in the morning business), but after the sun came up and it got kind of warm outside, we both went out in the back, and if you haven’t seen this blog before, you would never guess what was out there.

A big back yard. 15022508


15022507I found a honey locust pod. The guy who brought me here said all the border collies who’ve lived here have enjoyed snacking on them.15022510Then I looked around more. I ran through the snow; it was really excellent. But mostly I surveyed my new territory.

The guy who brought me here says he’ll put a fence around the plants that could stick me. I think that’s a nice idea. I’ll eventually learn to avoid them, because all the other purebred border collies who’ve lived here have. We’re all different, but in some ways all alike, if you know what I mean. 15022511

15022509My yard goes all the way to the back. 15022512I guess I should stop now. I wasn’t hugely happy being dragged away from home last night, but I think I’m going to like it here.




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