Hello everyone; it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, here to show you how to make a post out of practically nothing at all. You may remember me from such similar posts as “A Post About Nothing” and “Another Post About Nothing”, as well as many, many posts which were actually about something.
Here I am in a characteristic pose.Here I am in another characteristic pose. I don’t get paid by the picture; I had two, that’s all. This one with the averted gaze of royalty, again. The guy I live with says I need my toenails cut, but he’s going to wait until my annual checkup in April and have it done there, since I bled all over the carpet when he did it and he felt bad, and not just for the carpet.
This morning everything was covered with rime. Or hoar-frost. There doesn’t seem to be much difference, but whatever, it’s rare here.
The guy I live with painted the kitchen cabinets, a little. In the afternoon, which it still is but I mean earlier, he missed what he said was “an excellent black-and-white opportunity” for a picture. There were these crows, or ravens maybe (he couldn’t see the beaks), pecking away at something in the street (I know what it was, but never mind), and some magpies were there too (half the size of the crows or ravens), and a black-and-white cat walked down the street to see what they were doing. The birds flew away.
That reminds me that not only were there cats here before there were purebred border collies, but my mommy, who didn’t especially care for cats until she met the guy I live with, painted their pictures. This was back when she stayed at home and did things like draw and make fancy dinners and stuff. These were done in acrylics, which is what she used before she started drawing plants and bugs and things. This was the guy I live with’s first cat. He got him as a Christmas present, I think. His name was Mister Pipo (pee-po), and here he is taking a nap on the comforter.
This seems like an awful lot of attention to be paid to a couple of smelly cats. But the guy I live with said to show them, so I did. He says that the purple paw prints were actually made by the cat. Well, whatever; it sounds gross to me.
That’s all I have for today. I did say at the beginning that I didn’t really have much of anything interesting to post, didn’t I? The sun is finally coming out and maybe tomorrow there will be some gardening-related activity.
Until next time, then.