Greetings, salutations, and a sigh of relief, everyone; yes, once again it is I, Chess the purebred border collie. You may remember me from such posts as “Before Dawn” and “Fixing Things”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic, but slightly traumatized, pose. I just came back from the doctor’s office.You know how something looks bad, and after a while you start thinking that maybe it might not be so bad, and you say to yourself that you’re just saying that, to make yourself feel better and stuff? Well, my doctor looked at the sore on my side, after not having seen it for a while, and saw how much better it looked, and decided I didn’t need the surgery after all. Apparently the risk of anesthetizing an aging and overweight border collie, no matter how purebred, was greater than trying to operate on me, when things didn’t look as bad as they had at first.
So you can see how being overweight can have its excellent qualities. A pattern is emerging here.
The guy I live with says it really isn’t like that. I do have to go on a special diet and all that, but I’m home, and that’s what matters. I have another pill to take that tastes awful, but the guy I live with has pills that taste awful, so we’re even.
All of the imagining that the guy I live with did was completely wasted. He spends way too much time imagining what the future will be like, when it doesn’t even exist at all.
A couple of garden pictures might be appropriate here, since this is, after all, a gardening blog. I like to make it sound like it’s all about me (which it really is; just don’t tell him), but there is a garden out there.
Until next time, then.