Hello again. It’s me, the dog, Chess. You may remember me from such excellent posts as “Drip Drop Drip Drop” and “Memory and Desire”, which were mostly about me. That’s why they were excellent, of course. Here I am on the couch, which is really old and creaky; it’s made of rattan and all the border collies who have lived here liked this couch. You can see that this weather puts me in a really good mood.
I always thought “spring” meant flowers and warm weather, but the guy I live with says things change, and now “spring” means endless snow and gloom. I think he’s thinking about himself too much. Instead of me, I mean.
In fact, the guy I live with now says he’s never going outside again and will spend the rest of his life looking at gardening books instead of trying to garden in a place where it’s always snowing. I hope when he says he’s never going outside again that means except for our walks.
It doesn’t get much better than this.