guarding the fort

Hello everyone; once again it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, here to tell you all about my very boring day. You may remember me from such memorable posts as “Drip Drop Drip Drop” and “Under The Weather”, among so many, many others.

Here I am in a characteristic pose. That’s our TV in the background there. It’s our only TV.011815

I spent most of the day at home alone. All by myself. The guy I live with went to a place called DBG, which is Denver Botanic Gardens if you didn’t know, and they don’t allow purebred border collies in there, which I think is very unenlightened of them, but they still don’t.

So I was left to, as the guy I live with says, “guard the fort”. I know he means the house and not my own personal fort, which you’ve seen me in. I’m very good at guarding the fort, and lot of people think I’m, like, totally vicious. A regular chompmeister. It’s true that I don’t like it when people come to the front door. A whole bunch of people came early one morning and took my mommy away from me, and then a year, less one day, later, the guy I live with and his sister took my buddy Slipper away, though I rode along with them. Then the guy I live with got this rescue dog who tried to kill me, or close enough, anyway. So I have my doubts about people who come to the front door, and I do a good job of guarding the fort.

Of course if you turn out to be someone who the guy I live with likes then I’m a complete angel. I am in fact very angelic and just play the totally vicious part really well.

One thing about DBG. The guy I live with has trouble going places by himself, since he and my mommy went everywhere together, even to the doctor, and he always feels disoriented and lonely when he goes out by himself, but at DBG he feels very comfortable and happy. And sometimes really, really jealous, but he says he’s too “advanced” to admit that. Anyway, here are some pictures, starting out with some Yucca rostrata011813

011814Oh. You see those two really blue conifers there, in the picture below, those are Cupressus montana, the cypress from San Pedro Martír in Baja California, where they grow at elevations up to 11,000 feet (3353 meters), and yet they’re still hardy here in Denver. Isn’t that odd? We have one in our garden, too. 011801a

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This is Panayoti. I know him.

This is Panayoti. I know him, so I wouldn’t chomp him.

one of the new crevice gardens

one of the new crevice gardens

happy acantholimons

happy acantholimons

the rock alpine garden, and the alpine house

the rock alpine garden, and the alpine house

what's in the alpine house now...tender succulents. very cool.

what’s in the alpine house now…tender succulents. very cool.

part of the new bonsai pavilion dedicated to the late Bill Hosokawa of the Denver Post

part of the new bonsai pavilion dedicated to the late Bill Hosokawa of the Denver Post

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Now some views of the Japanese Garden.

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011809Eventually, of course, the guy I live with came home, and I was very happy indeed. He cuddled me and said how sorry he was, and I got my dinner, and we went on our walk in the dark. Walks in the dark are excellent, because I can see really well.

I guess that’s pretty much all for today. Life is back to as normal as it can be around here, now.IMG_7590_edited-1

Until next time, then.

 

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white fever

Greetings and salutations, everyone; it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, here to tell you all about my day in the garden, and my life with a fairly weird human being. You may remember me from such outstanding and memorable posts as “Still No Lightbulb” and “No One Cares But Me” (which was about the same thing as this post is), among many, many others.

Here I am in a characteristic pose, with characteristic after-walk paws.011604Well, it’s been a pretty typical, normal day….so far…..but the guy I live with has come down with “white fever”, a disease which, if you lived across the Atlantic Ocean from here, you would smile knowingly at on hearing this diagnosis. Or roll your eyes.

Personally, like if you asked me, I would probably roll my eyes too, since all of this doesn’t have a whole lot to do with me, so it’s kind of boring, in a not-about-me way.

This is what’s happening. They aren’t completely in bloom, but the guy I live with says the fever has set in. 011602

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011602aHe sometimes reads snowdrop books. Not aloud to me, which is a relief. 011605

011606The guy I live with says snowdrops, aside from the regular ones, are next to impossible to get here because of CITES (Convention on International Trade in Endangered Species of Wild Fauna and Flora), which says that even cultivated varieties of snowdrops, most of which originated in gardens in the U.K., require a permit to import, a permit which costs about $95 a bulb, so he just sighs. He sighs a lot.

He did order some snowdrops just a week ago from The Temple Nursery in New York, which offers a number of “named varieties”, so he can add to his collection slowly but surely.

Well, I hope this was more interesting to you than it was to me. I mean, really. “White fever.” What a thing to come down with. I did have two good walks today, anyway. IMG_7564_edited-1

 

Until next time, then.

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