Greetings everyone; yes, once again it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, here to entertain you, and, if at all possible, dazzle you with my brilliance. You may remember me from such outstanding posts as “Stinker’s Revenge” and “Memory And Desire”, among others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose, looking very serious indeed. You may notice that this pose is almost identical to yesterday’s pose, and in fact it is, because I am almost identical to the way I was yesterday.
If you think about it, it’s a good thing I’m almost identical to the way I was yesterday, because if I weren’t (see, I know subjunctive with contrary-to-fact), no one would recognize me.
It’s a good thing I’m doing the posts here, too. Otherwise we might have to wade through a bunch of heavy-duty German poetry about autumn, and a lot of sighing, since this next Tuesday will be my mommy’s birthday, the fifth one without her, and he’s really sad and stuff. She would have been 56. How time flies.
I fulfill the role of excellent companion, and so that’s why I get to do the posts, you know, so they won’t be so dreadfully gloomy and all at this time of year, and sometimes he lets me have a little bit of Brie, if there’s any sleeping in the refrigerator. Like Gromit, I also do like a bit of Wensleydale, but that’s hard to come by these days, except the kind with weird things in it like blueberries. Stilton is good too. So is Manchego. I think I’m not really supposed to have any of this stuff, so don’t tell.
The guy I live with also fixed the weather for me so it’s more to my liking. It’s almost perfect, in fact, and we have a movie to show you just how perfect. (The background noise is traffic on US Highway 285 up the hill from us.)
We got really cold and wet on our morning walk. The snow is all gone now, but at bedtime the window will be open and I’ll be under the covers with my nose sticking out. This, if you didn’t know, is what we do. My buddy Slipper liked to stand in the back doorway, rear end toasty, nose freezing.
The guy I live with tried to take pictures today but he said his camera isn’t snow proof. He did manage a picture of Colchicum speciosum ‘Innocence’ though.
The cage has a little oak in it, Quercus undulata, and if the little oaks aren’t caged, then squirrels dig them up, looking for the acorn which they can they can smell. The guy I live with gets really mad at the squirrels when that happens. When the little oaks get dug up, I mean; not when the squirrels catch a whiff of acorn.
Here’s another picture of Crocus kotschyanus ‘Reliant’, but it was taken yesterday, when there was sun.
Well, that’s been our day so far. I don’t think much of any gardening will happen now, since it’s night time.
I’ll say good night now, and close with an excellent picture of me on the couch.