Hello everyone; yes, once again it is I, Mani the extremely small purebred border collie, here to tell you all about my day. There really isn’t any gardening happening because there’s snow on the ground, and it’s snowing, and the guy I live with, who feels a lot differently about snow from the way I do, says it will be snowing for ever, which sounds completely excellent to me. So I guess this post will have to be almost totally about me. I think I can deal with that.
Here I am in a characteristic pose. Not only can I get up on the couch, I can get up on the chairs. They’re rattan, too; old and creaky. 
I hear that most of the decorating, and books and stuff, was done by the guy I live with’s companion, who is no longer here. He tells me about her from time to time. I got a lecture for chewing on the spines of the books, but he said that the very first border collie who lived here did the same thing.
I had a pretty good day, even with the lecture. (I pretended to listen carefully.) Some seeds from Mesa Garden came in the mail yesterday
and so there was a lot of activity related to that, which was extremely boring to me, but the rest of the day was pretty good.
I got to go out into the snow and survey stuff. There’s a lot of stuff that needs surveying, and a lot of snow to run in. 
There were some birds out in the back yard, and they were scary.
I had to go into the house after that.
We took a nap for over three hours today. That was really good. It turns out that the guy I live with is very good at napping. After that, we played together. That’s him on the left, if you couldn’t tell. 
Then I noticed that I could see myself in the camera lens, and that was pretty interesting. I started to sneak up on it. This is me sneaking up. 
I got “too close to the camera”, because it looked like it was trying to get me.
I keep thinking that I’m going to wear out the guy I live with, so I can do whatever I want in the house, but he seems to be able to keep on going. He spent hours looking for my rawhide chew sticks that I cleverly hid, and he still hasn’t found them. Maybe I can tire him out that way.
I can spend a lot of time just waiting for him to get tired. 
Until next tine, then.
the miserable gardener 