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.
So I guess that’s all for today. 
Until next time, then.
the miserable gardener 
Sorry about the blanket – maybe you wanted to share your own personal scent with it? Or help it blend in with other treasures in your house. Stuff happens…..
I wish I had a close by great Mexican place.
ceci
Thanks; I guess I just couldnât help myself. It turns out that this watching TV in bed late at night is a pretty cozy thing. So maybe I felt cozier doing a little bit of chewing. Itâs also better for the guy I live with to lie down rather than sit for long periods of time. There are lots of Mexican restaurants here. I never get to go, though. But the guy I live with was surprised that his friend wanted to go. She ordered a chimichanga which the guy I live with described as turning out to be âonly slightly smaller than a hangar for a B-29â, whatever that means, so she had to take most of it home with her.
Mee-yow wow snow all reedy Mani!?!? Mee iss glad it melted away butt mee iss sad yore treess are all crinkley leevess an brown…ourss are hangin on butt Frost iss comin closer an closer so wee xpect leevess an flowerss will bee all wilty bye end of month, if not sooner….
An mee heerss you ’bout THE mew blanket an THE moral of THE story….maybee THE moral iss to stay angree onlee a short time an forgive quiklee. An mee iss thinkin maybe yore ‘guy’ reealizess a hole inn THE blanket inn THE sheme of thingss iss not such a BIG deel…. 😉
Wishin you both a wunderfull Wednesday an rest of THE week…
**purrsss** BellaDharma
Thanks; I guess it wasnât such a big deal though he was pretty steamed at the time. All of the blankets here have chew holes in them and they werenât all done by me, no matter what anyone says. The snow melted but barely soaked into the ground. The guy I live with said that he and his wife went to Ottawa, once, in November of 2000, and on the short flight from Toronto to Ottawa they were apparently the only Americans, and the only people who had already had snow two or three times. Everyone was really surprised at that, but they had a good time talking about how awful the weather is here, compared to practically everywhere else.
Mee doess not chew on thingss butt mee does like to throw mee toyss’ round THE place Mani. LadyMew told mee her Siamesey girl Mingflower THE Merciless was a ‘wool sucker’…putt holes inn THE blanket an socks too, mew mew mew……
Ottawa iss all most 400 miless southwest of where wee live on Georgian Bay….they get lotss of stormss an so do wee! Winter can bee here 6 monthss….that makess us stirred crazey mee can tell you!
I like to leave my toys all over the place, too. I especially like to chew on pine cones and leaves the pieces in the bed….
Winters here usually aren’t long, though the last one certainly was.
The guy I live with works on trying to make the house cozier for both of us, and winter is a good time to do that. But hopefully this winter won’t be a long one.
LadyMew keepss leevess an coness an such away from mee….shee not like when mee barfss inn THE apartment Mani…it does help get rid of furballss tho’, mew mew mew…..
THE way THE Chipmunkss have bin gatherin nutss an seedss wee think wee goin to have a ‘bad’ Winter here…..*shivurrsss*
I tell the guy I live with that the pine cones are roughage.
He got a bit irked today because there were bits of pine cone in the bed. He should lighten up.
Mew mew mwe Hu’manss are so dellycat Mani! LadyMew not like litter inn her bed….mee likess to sprinkell it on her sheetss just fore fun! 😉
They are delicate. When I was little and tinkled in the bed, the guy I live with got all upset. Imagine that.
The shots from the greenhouse of that sunny blue sky, with all the plants for sale, make it hard to believe it snowed so much within days. Glad the garden got a little drink! We just had a half inch of rain, the most in more than a month, so are feeling not *quite* as desperate. Might even get a little bit of transplanting done in the few mellow days left in this interlude. Something tells me winter is going to sweep in at the usual time, despite the fact that it took until October 10 for summer to end.
I understand that we have a very weird climate. It’s changed a lot since last century; it used to rain in the autumn, at least a little, and snow, too. Now just snow. So like if there’s going to be precipitation, there’s less chance of it, and it’s going to be snow.
It was pretty much 90 degrees here for weeks, and then it snowed.
It’s 77F right now, and 10 percent humidity, with snow forecast again for this weekend. No, really.
There hasn’t been too much gardening here, though the guy I live with did plant some snowdrops at his friend’s house. She has a perfect site; shady in summer, and sunny in the winter.
No one could stay mad at you for long, Mani. Even when they’re as steamed as a very ticked-off owl. (But try not to abuse it.)
The guy I live with doesn’t stay angry at anything for very long.
Except maybe the printer downstairs. But just today we got a new one, and even though it took well over an hour to set up, it works.
Chewing holes in things at your age Mani? Well, you know cats like to chew holes in wool, doesn’t that make you want to stop doing it? It would be fun to see some shots of your friend’s garden because a lot of planting seems to be going on there. Have you ever seen it Mani? She must have better weather at her house, right?
I never have seen her garden, though the guy I live with keeps saying we might go. All sorts of things have gotten in the way, this year. It isnât so much better weather as an irrigation system, and, for the snowdrops, a place thatâs in full sun in the winter, under deciduous trees. I donât know why I chewed a hole in the blanket, though I am still a chewist. The guy I live with said that Slipper, a purebred border collie who lived here before me, was a chewist, and a really naughty one, too. I like to gnaw on my toys, and maybe I just got confused.
A wool blanket is sort of like a sheep to a Purebred Border Collie, I guess! There’s a cattle drive sculpture in Pendleton (it’s in my state, and a relative lived there for 6 long boring months) of a Border Collie and cattle. Which is odd, since Pendleton is wool, and Border Collies are sheep dogs.
But, it might not have been the wool. Boo, my Not-Purebred-Border Collie ate the bottom off one of the cat beds just a few nights ago. We were sitting right there too, thinking he was chewing a toy near the bed! It was the “good” bed too, shaped like a cat head with the cushion in its mouth.
All we can say to Boo, and you, is “What were you thinking?”
Thanks, I totally forgot about that. Wool. Though in this case the blanket, or throw, was cotton, but Pendleton is noted for wool, so maybe my deep mind made that connection. I guess we just can’t help chewing.
Sometimes I do stuff that just a few minutes later I wish I hadn’t. The guy I live with does that too, so I don’t feel so bad. In fact, if the guy I live with had a motto, it might just be “What was I thinking?”
Yes, very sad about no fall color (I live just above you on Lookout Mtn, Mani). Cie la vie and we are used to it. –I love Pendlton blankets, but only have one bought used. It mostly stays folded away but I reckon it is about time to bring it out! Would love to see a pic of your holy blanket, Mani.
The guy I live with said maybe later. It’s really a summer throw, or something like that (he’s not up on terminology).
It is too bad about no autumn color though the spectacle of having a bunch of dead leaves hanging off everything isn’t going to happen this year. The wind blew everything away.
It was really different having all that wind. It’s been so still here, for so long, that the wind was almost nice. Also scary.
He was disappointed because “they” said it might rain or snow, and that would be a chance to test out the new gutters.
OH! That is . . . unfortunate. Did it taste good?
It tasted like Trouble.
Is ‘Trouble’ a pleasant flavor? I think Rhody likes the taste of Trouble.
I think so. Probably best served with something cold.
OH, like the frozen beef rib bones that Privet liked so much!
Maybe. Pine cones are really excellent. Roughage, you know.
Well, no. I wouldn’t know. I have not tried them. Perhaps I should.
Lots of roughage. And a kind of piney taste.
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