Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, here to bring you up to date on all the news. You may remember me from such posts as “In The Doghouse”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose. I know I look pretty serious, and I did get into trouble, which I’ll tell you about in a bit, but that was a few days ago. The guy I live with said that a serious pose might be good once in a while. Well, it snowed last Thursday. We got maybe four inches of snow. I thought it was pretty great. The guy I live with said it didn’t matter to him one way or the other, though the autumn color here is now completely spoiled, as it often is, because it gets so cold “too early” in the year. Lots of trees have brown, crispy leaves hanging on them.
The garden didn’t suffer much and after the snow melted, which it had by Saturday, the crocuses and colchicums started flowering again.
The guy I live with and his friend went out the day before to do some stuff. I had to stay home.
They went to a Mexican restaurant, downtown, that was really tiny. La Pasadita, it was called. The food was pretty good. It was an old house that was built in a triangle where three streets intersected, so the south end was kind of pointy. Then they went to City Floral, a greenhouse that was built in 1911. The guy I live with said he just wanted to make a kind of pilgrimage there because his wife used to like shopping in the gift area, especially before Halloween.
They have a very good selection of garden pots, which you can see there. He completely forgot that he wanted to look at the pots. I guess another trip will be in order. He did buy a couple of Jellycat stuffed animals, for Christmas presents.
This would have been my entire post, except for the thing that happened.
For almost a year he had been talking about getting a nice blanket for the upstairs bedroom. The blanket that was on the bed was getting pretty ratty, and it was white, “not a very friendly color”, he said. He had been looking at this Pendleton blanket, and finally decided to get one, even though it was really not cheap at all. More of a throw than a blanket, I guess.
So the blanket arrived in the mail last Friday, at about five in the afternoon. He put it on the bed, and we both lay on the bed for a while, until he discovered that I had chewed a hole in the brand-new expensive blanket.
I really don’t know why I did that. I ran to hide in my kitchen fort.
He was at least this angry:
He was upstairs fuming for a while, then all of a sudden he came downstairs, got me out of my fort, and we went upstairs to snuggle on the bed and watch TV. Everything was okay. He doesn’t stay angry for very long. The hole isn’t very big. He knows it’s there, though. And so do I.
We’re both pretty sure there’s a moral to this story, too, but neither of us can figure out quite what it could be. Maybe just one of those things where you know there’s a moral, and don’t know what it is, so you just keep going with on with life.
Until next time, then.