the miserable gardener

Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, Mani the extremely tiny (yet getting huger) purebred border collie, filling in for the guy I live with, and here to tell you all about my day in the garden. Actually the last two days. You may remember me from such posts as “The First Morning”, among at least a few others.

Here I am in a characteristic pose.You can see that I’ve torn apart the chair coverings, in my attempt at redecorating. I discovered that the purebred border collie who lived here before me did this sort of thing, so I figured I should too.

I guess before I spend time talking about me, I should show some flower pictures. Here they are.

iris aucheri

Corydalis solida ‘Purple Beauty’

Okay, now that that’s out of the way, the guy I live with has been sort of desultorily doing stuff in the garden. I’m not sure there’s a plan, in fact I’d say there isn’t one at all. He just decides to do stuff, and then, sometimes, eventually does it.

One of the things he decided to do was re-plant the raised bed out in the “way back”, for reasons only he knows. I discovered that there was a hole dug out there, probably by a rabbit, but no one lived in it, so I decided to work on the hole. The guy I live with said “border collies don’t dig”, which shows you how little he knows.

This is me, here, if you weren’t sure. And that’s the hole. Where the bag is standing used to be a miniature nursery, but now it isn’t, and things are going to look different there. Maybe not much better, but different. The hole was kind of deep. The guy I live with reminded me of the OSHA regulations on shoring holes, and I ignored him. He also said I couldn’t breathe through my ears, so I’d have to be careful. I went to work. This was important work, too, as I’m sure you’ll agree.

So you can see that I’ve already proved my value in the garden. I chase rabbits, tell squirrel to get lost, get rid of the ugly plant labels in the garden, and do some digging.

I also help hold down the new piles of dirt. I’m very good at this. I guess that’s all I have to say, since we’ve both been so busy, there hasn’t been much time to take pictures or anything.

Until next time, then.

Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, Mani the tiny purebred border collie, filling in for the guy I live with, and here to, well, today, to show a bunch of pictures of me, and some tulips, too. You may remember me from such posts as “Thirteen Pictures”, among at least a few others.

Here I am in a characteristic pose.I’ve supposedly been “really naughty” today, though I don’t see how that’s possible; I was just doing stuff, but the guy I live with went so far as to say I was a naughty noodle, which is what his companion used to call purebred border collies who “did something untoward”. He even said that she was basically in charge of all the purebred border collies here and would occasionally paddle their butts when they did something wrong, which I did, today. I just don’t see it, myself.

You be the judge.

Look at all the time I spent on the couch. In fact, I was doing this, minding my own business,right before the guy I live with came over with the camera and so I had to sit up, to look agreeable, and he took my picture. Does this look like a “naughty noodle”?

I don’t think so either.

After lunch, I went back and slept on the couch more, but at the other end. See?

not guilty

And then later, I played outside with my chicken. Quite innocently. As you can tell. The guy I live with took some tulip pictures. You know, the little ones; the early, wild types. I guess this was while I was being naughty. 

That was pretty much it for the whole day. Okay, so I did pull out a few plant labels and run around the garden with them, evading the guy I live with quite easily, and making him say stuff he doesn’t usually say. And so I did unroll the toilet paper three or four times. Whose fault was it that there were labels all over the place and that the bathroom door was left open?

I’ll leave you now, with one more picture of me on the couch, and await your verdict.

Until next time, then.