a late-night post

Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, Mani the purebred border collie, filling in for the guy I live with, and here tonight to bring you something quite unusual: a late-night post. You may remember me from such posts as “A Clean Sweep”, among so many, many others.

Here I am in a characteristic pose. A night-time pose, of course. You can see that there have been some changes, even in this dark picture. I’ll talk about them in another post, which will be coming soon. Lots of stuff has been happening here.

You can also see that we have solar lights in our garden. They make the garden seem cozier at night, but also a bit more mysterious at the same time. The four lights at the top of the picture are from houses on the other side of the field.

I got a good report card at Day Care, and the guy I live with got his hair cut, finally. And I have a new Lamb Chop toy. I’m not sure where these Lamb Chops come from, because every so often there’s a new one, but I like that a lot. My Lamb Chop is my favorite toy.There are a lot of others I like a lot, though.

In case you didn’t know, the guy I live with takes me to Day Care because I love it. He says it makes up for me not having two people here all day long, to care for me and play with me, like Slipper and Chess did, years ago. He also says I might like to have a companion. I’m not entirely sure about that, but he tells me stories about how much Slipper loved having Chess as a companion, so maybe it might be okay. I would have a lot of work to do, training a new puppy. Of course it would have to be a purebred border collie, just like me.

A couple of days ago the guy I live with and his friend (I really like her) and some other friends came over, and they all went to something called a plant sale. Everyone was very excited, except for me. He didn’t get very many plants. He said it was just being around all these friends that was the best part. I can relate to that, because I have friends at Day Care.

Then yesterday, he went back to the plant sale. I was left alone. I think I’m opposed to plant sales now. Though, on the other hand, he brought me back some cow ears, and I got to snack on one later that night. I ate a bug that was on the patio, after that. The guy I live with says not to eat bugs, but obviously he’s never tried them.

Today, the guy I live with transplanted some tomato seedlings into coir pots. He said it was funny that some people say to pronounce this word as though it were French, when it’s pronounced just like it looks. The seedlings looked unhappy later on. He felt bad about that. He said maybe they would perk up by tomorrow. His friend saved the seed from last year, from the tomato plant he planted in her garden. Not that anyone needs as many tomato plants as there are seedlings.

Nothing happened on either of my walks today. There weren’t any unleashed dogs, or people, or snakes, and even the big red-tailed hawk wasn’t around. It was kind of strange.

There was this dog, Daisy, whom I’ve seen before, who’s too shy to walk down to the fence and say Hi to me when I walk by. She walks so slowly that the guy I live with said we could walk all around the entire state before she got down to the fence. She’s really shy.

Well, so, anyway, we were both just sitting here tonight. The guy I live with was watching TV, “Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries”, and I was lying in my fort thinking about things, when all of a sudden this happened. It’s kind of scary, and you need to have the sound turned up to get the full scariness. Or maybe eeriness would be a better word. You can hear the guy I live with breathing, and the traffic from the highway off in the distance, but also you can hear me barking, because that’s what we purebred border collies do, out by the back fence, late at night.

Until next time, then.

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hens and chicks

Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, Mani the purebred border collie, filling in for the guy I live with, and here to bring you the latest news from our garden. You may remember me from such posts as “Mister Fabulous”, among so many, many others.

Here I am in a characteristic pose. Just back from my evening walk.Some things have been happening which make me think that the serious gardening season is upon us. I really enjoy gardening. The guy I live with said that Chess, the purebred border collie who lived here before me, enjoyed gardening, too. It’s more of a spectator activity, you understand.

I mentioned the post “Mister Fabulous” because it’s at this time of year when I get my shots, which I did, while I’m at Day Care, and I hear I was completely excellent when I got the shots. I also got a good report card from Day Care.

The next day, on our morning walk, there was this loud noise in the sky, which the guy I live with said was from a helicopter, and sure enough there it was, moving across the sky.

They fly over all the time, but not big ones like this.

The guy I live with said that Flurry, the first purebred border collie who lived here, would rush out into the back yard and look up into the sky when someone said “Helicopter”, so I guess I need to brush up on helicopters.

There was this creature, on the canal road.Also, there was some work done on a bird house. The bird house had been sitting in the workbench in the garage for about eight years. It got painted yesterday.It’s pretty deluxe, with caged windows for safety, and holes at the bottom for extra cleanliness.The guy I live with said that the bird house sat on the work bench because it did. I think I get that. He glanced at it from time to time, and then yesterday decided it might make a good actual bird house. At first he thought it was a purchased bird house, but when he looked at is closely he realized that it had been made right at the work bench, and only needed to be painted. So it’s going to go somewhere in the garden.

That was yesterday.

Today started out pretty scary, because there was a thing in the road. I don’t much care for things in the road.I did get a closer look. I learned that this was a bag of bagels. Someone must have dropped it. The guy I live with said he would leave it in the road, in case someone missed it and came looking for it. The bag wasn’t damaged, so the bagels might still be good.

He said it might be fun to see how long the bag stays there.

Things have begun arriving in the mail. That’s a sure sign that it really is the gardening season. The guy I live with said he wasn’t going to order too much this year, except for bulbs of course, but one item that had to be ordered was a bag of grass seed. There are empty spaces in the lawn which need to be fixed. He said he was going to get ‘Sundancer’, which is the latest buffalo grass, but the lawn right now is ‘Cody’, so that was the obvious choice. It was also slightly cheaper.

And a small order of hens and chicks came, from Shadow Mountain Succulents. The guy I live with said that there were too many cactus in the garden, many of which never flowered because the summers here are so dark, and that, after thinking about it for at least six months, he decided he liked hens and chicks better. So they were planted in the glazed pots you see in a lot of pictures of our garden, with some hardware cloth tents on top, because squirrels will eat the hens and chicks to pieces if they’re not protected before they root into the soil.

He said he might get more.

I think that’s all. The last couple of days here have been pretty interesting, as I’m sure you’ll agree. 

Until next time, then.

 

 

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