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.
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 rostrata. 
Oh. 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. 
Now some views of the Japanese Garden.
Eventually, 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.
Until next time, then.
















