Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, ever on guard against super scary things, and here this evening to show just exactly how scary it can sometimes get here, and how bravely I deal with it. You may remember me from such posts in equally terrifying subjects as “The Green Horrors”, among at least a few others.
Here I am in a characteristic, though not hugely focused, pose. Things were still pretty scary. I was still being brave, though. 
I went out into the garden this evening, quite unsuspectingly, minding my own personal business, when all of a sudden I encountered what can only be described as a nameless horror.
The guy I live with came out to help me dispose of this fell thing.
Of course we have a movie showing the teamwork we displayed; teamwork which I think you’ll agree is pretty amazing, considering the bloodcurdling terror this thing in the garden caused for both of us.
If you get scared easily you might want to have someone else watch this movie for you, and report what they saw.
The guy I live with didn’t kill the thing, though I think he was strongly tempted. He just subdued it, and carried it into the garage.
I spent a little time making sure there wasn’t anything else like this in the garden, before going inside.
Until next time, then.
the miserable gardener 
Quite frightening! I’m sure the guy you live with was glad to have such a brave guard dog!
Thanks; whew huh. We weren’t really sure if this might not be too terrifying for our audience.
I had a balloon bouquet drop out of the sky one year on my birthday. I like to think of it as a gift from above. Since yours is a heart, someone is sending you some love. So don’t be scared Mani it’s all good(-:
Thanks, though I kind of like to think I helped subdue a nameless horror which dropped into the garden … The guy I live with said that this was by no means the first time this has happened. There was this one time when both Slipper and Chess had to deal with an even larger horror, which they walked toward very, very, very slowly (like really slowly), in order not to keep it from trying to grab them.
GADS! I SHOULD NOT HAVE WATCHED THAT HORRIBLE VIDEO! That thing was HORRIBLE!
You were warned. The guy I live with said something when he first saw the Nameless Horror. What he said wasn’t in the movie.
Oh, it must have been BAD!
Pretty scary, I hear.
Wow !! That was scary Mani ! I hope you are recovering now.
Thanks. I think everything is okay now.
A subliminal message for the guy you live with perhaps, Mani? A pink heart blown in on the wind from an unknown direction … caught on the limb of a favourite tree … brought to earth in HIS yard … from a not too distant admirer? Or simply a load of hot air?
Well, there is a lot of hot air around here …
Oh, Mani… you are so adorable! Boo, my not purebred Border Collie didn’t even budge from his nap listening to you bark. But, Edward the Goldendoodle jumped up when he heard your call, rushed over to watch the Nameless Horror video on my computer, and barked right along with you.
Some days it must be all you can do to even get out that door with all the horrors, nameless and named (snakes for instance – but I shouldn’t bring them up). We find headless birds in our yard. Once a huge headless raptor. I wonder what raptor could behead another raptor? Without blood, just a clean headless neck? That’s a horror! Once a mouse drowned in Boo’s pool. That was horrifying in a different way, a sad way, although jumping in your pool for fun and finding a floating body is pretty horrifying! We leave a board on the edge, half in the pool at night now, so any thirsty critter that falls in can get out again.
Thanks. We’ve seen quite a bit of awful stuff. Especially on my walks.
We toured gardens in a VERY ritzy neighborhood. In a lotus pool we found floating a dead bird. Don’t think the caretakers went back there.
No, well, that’s part of the reason why the pool was drained and put in the garage. I don’t use it the way I did when I was little, and there are always things floating in it. The guy I live with is able to rescue almost everything, though, but still…
Further proof to me you and the guy you live with, Mani, live in a New Yorker short story. Thought came reading your previous post, and this one confirms it. AND your bark terrifies me! Even though you look all the cuteness while so barking.
Thanks, I am both cute and tough. Sweet, yet terrifying.
And, oh, my, your garden looks so pretty. No extra heart needed.
Thanks. The guy I live with said he’s tired of this summer and all the severe thunderstorm warnings (twelve or thirteen for us so far this year) and constantly banging his head against the table because this has become so drearily repetitive. He actually said snow would be nice. Yes, I know.
You’re a brave warrior, Mani! Most would run and hide when facing a nameless horror. You held your ground and spoke out, letting it know that it was in big trouble invading your garden. Bravo!
Thanks. I pretty much agree, though I guess I could have made a mighty leap at the thing and given it a big chomp. The guy I live with said it might have popped and then I would have fainted.
Stay strong. Those things just come out of nowhere, and the tentacles have stingers. You were very brave to stand your ground.
Thanks; I do think I was pretty tough. Yet at the same time, sensibly keeping my distance.