Hello everyone; yes, once again it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, here to tell you all about my day, and show a little bit of the garden, too. You may remember me from such posts as “More Excitement” and “The Expired Chicken”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a rather uncharacteristic pose. The reason I look so incredibly sad is that today I was dragged off to The Bad Place, where I was stuck with needles, and poked and prodded. I know the doctor really well, though; she’s been my doctor since I was really little. I got my toenails clipped, and I seem to be fine, except for a certain weight problem, which may be attributed to the medication I’m on, and not to excessive amounts of Brie. There isn’t even any in the refrigerator.
So that was that.
It rained last night, just a little, and this morning it was all cool and spring-like, with low clouds hiding the mountains just to the west of us. The guy I live with said “there will be mud” on our morning walk, and sure enough, we tracked a bunch of it onto the carpet when we came back. I tracked in much less than someone else did, though.
I did get to go to The Bad Place with muddy paws, and that made it more excellent than usual. It probably wasn’t as excellent as the time my Uncle Pooka rolled in fresh raccoon poop right before he went to The Bad Place, and got to stink it up quite a bit, but it was still pretty good.
Anyway, so it was chilly and damp this morning. When we came home, the guy I live with gave me a biscuit, and looked out the kitchen window, where he saw this.The guy I live with says he thinks this is a sharp-shinned hawk. My mommy was really into birds and would have known right away. I don’t want to say what it’s standing on.
I have some garden pictures, too. The guy I live with says this is a hepatica; he thinks the one called ‘Lithuanian Blue’. He really likes hepaticas and other spring-blooming things like this, but only has a small area of the garden for them. There were other hepaticas here, but they got trampled when the fence was put up.
When he was a kid he thought the word hepatica was cool. It means liver, which I like quite a bit. When my mommy cooked a turkey for the holidays, the guy I live with would fry the liver and other stuff in butter, and I and my buddy Slipper would get that on our dinners. I can’t have onions, but liver and bacon sounds really good right now. With Delmonico potatoes, maybe. It would make up for this morning, a lot.
Oh, the picture. There are some hellebores, too. They’re almost a month late, but the guy I live with says whatever. Some of these came from nurseries, some from his pen-pal in New York whom I talked about a while back, some from Archibald seed, but most have just sown themselves.
Until next time, then.