Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, filling in for the guy I live with, and here to bring you the latest and greatest news from our garden. You may remember me from such posts as “The Barrow Of Fear” and “Below Normal”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose. I was hot, and panting, which possibly explains the focus issue. I can’t explain it in the other pictures.Well, practically nothing has been going on lately, except for the guy I live with constantly complaining about the lack of sun here. Oh, and the fact that I’m starting new meds next week and they cost a bundle of money. They’re supposed to help me lose weight. He says I’m worth it, which is good.
The weather has been the same here for a very long time. I could post pictures, but they wouldn’t look any different from the last bunch of gray, cloudy, dismal sky pictures I posted. I’m constantly worried that it will thunder and that I might get hit by lightning, but the guy I live with says not to worry. I do anyway.
I thought I’d post a picture of our front lawn, to prove that we have one. I’ve shown pictures of it before, but now it’s “peaking”, according to the guy I live with. We have a lawn that peaks. He says the reddish flagstone “strikes a discordant note”. I think he gets that from reading a lot of Graham Stuart Thomas. The scrub oaks have acorns on them. For now, of course. They get eaten.
But other than that, our days are kind of the same. We like it that way. There has been one change, though, and that happened at night. Late the other night, at Tinkle Time, when I went out into the “way back” with the guy I live with, to tinkle right before bedtime, I heard this noise that sounded like of like “Hghjblblblblblgggghhhhhaaaaa!” Something like that. Then there was a bunch of hopping up and down and much waving of the arms.
The guy I live with claimed, later, that all the commotion he made was “an expression of regret for having destroyed such a thing of beauty”. You bet.
Until next time, then.