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the miserable gardener 
Ah, Chess, you are a picture of tolerance and endurance — well worth it, dear dog, because I am cheered immensely by your visage. Especially fetching headgear too, worn with as much panache, I’m sure, as a purebred border collie can muster in the circumstances. I hope afterwards you gained the reward of biscuit and brie. Season’s greetings in return, both to your valiant self and to the guy with whom you live.
Thanks. Tolerance and endurance are the words to describe it. Squinting in the bright winter sun. The guy I live with borrowed the outfit from his sister’s dog, who likes wearing it better than I do.
Merry Christmas, Chess and T.G.Y.L.W.
Thanks, and same to you. Fortunately, the outfit is being returned tomorrow.
Ah, Chess….I know you’re giving it the ole’ college try, but the look tells me that you’re just not feelin’ it. Wishing you continued Grace and Forbearance–I can only imagine how these qualities are tested on a daily basis. Clearly, you possess them in spades. Could we please get a picture of the guy you live with wearing this outfit before it gets returned? (Seems only fair….) Cheers to you both.
I’m afraid the outfit would not fit on the guy I live with’s head, which appears to me to be the size of a small planet. I didn’t really want to do this at all, but I did, in the spirit of the season, you know.
Um, I kind of hate to say this, but there’s another picture of me here:
http://s1265.photobucket.com/user/paridevita/library/?sort=3&page=1
At least today’s photo shows a progression into acceptance of one’s fate, Chess. The photobucket library portrait shows a more startled modeling of seasonal chapeau, as if you were, uh, raging internally at your fate. Thank you for sharing as now I am even more cheery.
“Raging internally” at my fate. He was trying to trick me with biscuits, hoping I might look into the camera. Almost as pathetic as only having one photo in his Photobucket library.
Liking the velvety antlers for Xmas. And motherlove that’s a big trough in the background.
The guy I live with saw his sister’s dog wearing them last year (she, the dog I mean, didn’t want to wear them this year) and thought, for some reason unbeknownst to me, that I would look “seasonal” wearing them, instead of like a stoic goofball, which of course I do. The trough is one of about twenty; he says, the bigger, the better, and also, the heavier. He is an expert at moving them as this post https://paridevita.com/2013/05/11/it-happened-again/ shows admirably. You can see at the end of that post that’s he’s very good at breaking them, too.
Seasons greetings to you and your guy Chess, it’s over here and now boxing day. You look very cute, much better than being a fully clad green elf, I will opt for the antlers back next year and hide the elf suit.
Thanks; I don’t know where the antlers came from originally. The guy I live with has, or had, a pair of what you might call Personal Antlers which he could wear to work, when he worked, that is, but he looked in the various places where he thought they might be and couldn’t find them, so only I was stuck wearing antlers this year. He heard about Boxing Day for ages but finally looked it up. When employees received a Christmas Box. In this country, it’s either the first or second biggest shopping day of the year. People out spending the money they got for Christmas.
Same here, big sales if you are foolish enough to go out, it’s horrendous, we’re not…
The guy I live with bought all his presents on line. He gave goats and cows from Oxfam Unwrapped, since no one really needs anything else. Oh, though, at Whole Foods the other day he says there was a whole wheel of Stilton, which would have made an excellent present for someone I know really well, to make up for the embarrassment of yesterday.
You wear it well Chess! Merry Christmas to both you and the guy you live with…
Thanks, I guess. Same to you. The outfit goes back today, back where it belongs.
Ah, Chess. Living with people is a challenge, is it not? We had our own embarrassing photo shoot a few years back. Here’s the evidence: http://www.busysolitudefarm.com/2010/12/u-uncle-oskar-is-it-true-that-santy.html
All best wishes for the coming year to you and the guy you live with.
The guy I live with says that was cute. I’m wondering if house pets shouldn’t have like a union or something. My mommy had an Uncle Oskar, lived on a farm in Minnesota. A bachelor farmer, just like at Lake Wobegon.
Before this picture, I thought I just had a crush on a certain pure bred border collie. Now I know it’s true love.
I am fairly lovable, enough so that I ought to get extra biscuits, and maybe some parmesan crisps, too, huh?
I saw that picture and laughed out loud. I can see exactly how you feel about the headgear. I don’t remember the guy you live with wearing antlers at work. I must have missed it. darn.
Maybe he dreamed it. That’s probably what happened. Like those dreams where you wear your pajamas to elementary school, he dreamed he wore antlers to work. At least the ones I wore are back where they belong.
Merry return-the-antlers day Chess. You’re awfully cute!
I am, aren’t I? It takes a lot of work, and sometimes people don’t appreciate that, so thanks.
The dogs I live with could learn a thing or two from you, Chess — namely tolerance and endurance. I tried to get a photo of all 3 of them together in front of the fireplace, wearing Christmas (red/green) collars, but nothing doing. Photo bomb after photo bomb as one and then another would pop up and run to me. I couldn’t even get good photos of them individually. But they & I wish you happy Boxing day, celebrated with Brie.
That’s what I do, too. I’m not so fond of having my picture taken any more, so I move closer to the camera. Maybe no Brie today, but parmesan crisps are pretty darn good. The guy I live with says he’s getting back to gardening after all this holiday stuff, which is fine with me. (He got a big pile of seeds in the mail and he’s really excited.)
You do look adorable! I would never try to put antlers on my pure-bred rescue Siamese as he would never forgive me (and would let me know it every moment of the day). You deserve that entire wheel of Stilton for your tolerance of the antics of the guy you live with. Happy belated Christmas!
Thanks. The antlers were only on me for the time it took to get photographed. Fortunately. A whole wheel of Stilton does sound excellent, no matter what the consequences later.