Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, Mani the tiny, but less-tiny-than-yesterday, purebred border collie, filling in for the guy I live with, and here to bring you the latest news about me and my (sorry, our) garden. You may remember me from such posts as “Bunnies And Flies”, among so many others.
Here I am in a characteristically relaxed pose.We’ve been doing hardly anything in the last few days, because it’s been raining. Not raining like it was before, but raining and thundering. The guy I live with said that’s all it did all last summer, but I don’t know what summer is, so that doesn’t mean much to me. He complains a lot anyway.
There have been a lot of flies to chase, and that’s really fun. If you haven’t tried it, maybe you should. The guy I live with doesn’t like it when I chase really big flies, which he says are “bumblebees”, but they’re fun to chase too. Here I am doing exactly that.I know that, technically, I’m not supposed to be in the rock garden, but I was the star student at Puppy Day Care yesterday, so I must be doing something right, and the guy I live with must just be full of something. See? We quite occasionally have disagreements about stuff, but the guy I live with doesn’t have any stars, and I don’t know why he goes on so. He insists that my giraffe is an “upstairs giraffe”, like it belongs in my upstairs fort at bedtime, but I think it also likes to go out in the rain, and get all soaking.
In between hunting flies, we sometimes play tug-of-chew-toy. I’m better at it than he is.
That’s really all that’s going on. Sometimes the guy I live with does go out and work in the garden, during the brief periods when it either isn’t raining or he isn’t taking a nap, but mostly he just sits at the kitchen table and stares out into space. I do that sometimes, too.
I’ll let you go now, but before I do, I have a couple of movies for you. You might find them a bit avant garde, but these were taken at night, of course, and the eerie flickering is the wind chimes, which you can also hear. They’re pretty good if you embiggen them, too.
This one was taken from an ever-so-slightly different angle, as you can see when the wind chimes flicker. The guy I live with is so artistic, isn’t he?
Until next time, then.