Hello everyone; yes, once again it is I, Chess the first-rate purebred border collie, here to tell you about a great day in the garden. You may remember me from such posts as “Still More Weather” and “Gray Day, With Drays”, among so many other delights.
Before I show a picture of me, and there’s an excellent one of my nose again, I have to tell you that I swear what I am about to tell is one hundred percent completely true. Totally and absolutely true. Really.
Okay, so, I was thinking about what to post, and the guy I live with was raking up honey locust pods dropped by the squirrels, and said something about how tired he was of raking up these things.
So then he had the brilliant idea of lying down on the bench and taking pictures, and possibly even a movie, showing Earl, or Pearl (they were way up high in the tree), eating the beans out of the locust pods and dropping the pods down to the ground. You know, a sort of wildlife documentary. He thought about calling it “The Playful Squirrels of Our Neighborhood Trees”, or something like that.
The bench, by the way, is a vintage park bench that my mommy decided she had to have; she used to put a blanket down when she sat out here to read, so that one of us could climb onto the bench, just to be with her. My buddy Slipper was much bigger than I was, and so if he climbed up first the only thing I could do was climb into my mommy’s lap.
The bench isn’t very comfortable to lie down on, without a blanket, but the guy I live with had read all these stories of brave photographers risking everything for the ultimate picture, so he lay down on the bench and took pictures looking up into the tree.
I was inside, because this wasn’t very interesting, when all of a sudden I heard this cry of disgust. I came out to see what was going on. The guy I live with was sitting on the bench (those are his jeans, there), with an expression of revulsion and horror on his face.
He had felt a few raindrops on his face and arms. But there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.
I wondered what that smell was.
It didn’t take nearly as long for it to dawn on me as it did the guy I live with. Whew, that was quite a strong smell. Not raindrops at all.
It was pretty funny. I thought the guy I live with might climb up into the tree and try to strangle Earl (or it might have been Pearl), but instead he went inside and washed off his face and arms. I think I can still smell it.
Anyway, the pods are still there.
A movie was made despite everything.
Well, that’s what happened today. I wonder if the guy I live with learned a lesson about standing under trees when squirrels are above him. I bet not.
Until next time, then.