Hi, it’s me again, the dog, Chess. You may remember me from posts like “dogs” and “still no lightbulb”. I like it a lot better when posts are about me, but this is really embarrassing. You can tell how I feel about this just by looking.
Here I am trying to accept my situation.
This is his way of “feeling seasonal”. To make me look like an idiot, I guess.
My mommy made things really seasonal around here, and if you want to see was she was like, there’s a blog called Nordic Thoughts which is so much like my mommy that it makes the guy I live with really sad, though he says the person who makes the blog is a “kindred spirit”. It’s really beautiful, too.
The guy I live with has an affliction. He told me what it was, and if you wait a minute I’ll have him spell it for me again. Okay, it’s “hyperacquisitivosus plantorum“. He says to put that in italics, so I will, but just between you and me, I think he’s making this all up. I said before that he was kind of a nut, and if the pictures I just showed don’t prove it, well, then this thing he says he has surely does.
This is what he says this is. I see him writing and writing on pieces of paper, and looking at the computer, and writing more, and then taking the eraser and rubbing the paper, then getting out the calculator and pressing buttons, then erasing more, then tearing up the paper and starting again. I know what he’s doing. He’s ordering seeds. I just know it. And he says that’s what the affliction is, and that there’s no cure.
This is his stash of what he says are “B.E.F. Grower’s Pots”, for the seeds. He says they cost twenty five cents apiece about twenty five years ago. That would buy a lot of toys for me.
I keep telling him that I have to move around in the garden, but he keeps ordering seeds. Maybe they won’t come up and I’ll be able to move from here to there, more. And anyway his seed frames are already full from last year. He explained that some of the seeds don’t always come up the first year so the seeds stay out in the frames for another winter. Why not just order the seeds in the second year, then? I think this is totally weird but there are a lot of plants in the garden so he must know something. Maybe.
One other thing I keep telling him is that it’s kind of dumb to put out seeds for the birds and put out other seeds that he thinks they won’t eat too. Isn’t that really dumb? We have lots of birds here and this one (I made him take this picture just to jog his memory) is really pretty but it digs in the garden a lot. He’s says that’s okay but somehow I don’t really think he thinks that.
He says I told him to take these next two pictures. His sense of humor is really refined, isn’t it?
I made him feel so bad about making me look like a complete idiot that here I am again in my regular clothes. The guy I live with said I better not keep him awake all night, listening for Santa, but I might do it anyway.
you’re lucky he didn’t buy you some festive booties to go with.
The funny thing is that when both dogs had bandanas, it was okay. Though the bandanas had to be put on, and removed, simultaneously. One dog couldn’t have a bandana and the other one not have one. There would be growling.
Bob
Dear Chess,
I’m so sorry about the bandana but it seems that you found a way to be rid of it in short order. Try to be extra tolerant of and kind to the guy as Mommy’s absence in this darkest time of the year can be extra difficult. Hope Santa brings you a huge bone and lots of your favorite treats!
He says Thank you; he didn’t get a bone because he swallows the pieces, but he did get to go on a walk this morning in the dark and cold, and that makes up for almost everything.
Merry Christmas to Chess and the guy he lives with…hope you both had a lovely day. Lots of new plants to you in the New Year!
Thanks. He let me sleep in until 9 a.m. this morning. Shameful, I know. At least now we can go on our walk when there are some degrees on the thermometer. (Instead of none. The more degrees the better.)
Maybe a lot of the plants I put in this year won’t make it, and I’ll have room for new ones, huh?
Bob
Well, Chess, I’m sorry to say it, but “get over it”. That scarf requires ATTITUDE, so get with the program. Maybe Bob could smuggle you in to see the latest Quentin Tarentino movie, although you might be able to strut right in wearing your scarf.
He doesn’t want to see Quentin Tarantino movies. He likes being cuddled, and going for long walks in freezing cold weather, so he can come back home and be cuddled some more.
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