Greetings and salutations, everyone; once again it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, here to tell you all about my very boring day. Since I’m interesting, it might not be so boring, but it’s pretty boring nonetheless. You may remember me from such riveting and informative posts as “On A Rampage” and “Something Completely Different”, among so many others.
Here I am being very bored.
me, bored
The guy I live with says that the air outside is air from Canada, which he says he’s basically against. The air, not Canada. He thinks that Colorado should build a mountain range “as high as the Tien Shan” on the Colorado-Wyoming border, so that he can stay warm. He says they could make it out of stuff that would ordinarily go to landfills, and that it wouldn’t smell any worse than it does when cold air blows from the north, over the stock yards in Denver, right to his ultra-sensitive nose.
Fahrenheit on the right
He says that Canada does make up for it “in a good sort of way”. This is his new ergonomic snow shovel which he got to try out this morning and it was made in Canada. He says it’s great.
The white there is the drop cloth, which he stuffed under the garage door so that the garage wouldn’t be “the coldest place in North America”, and he says it makes a difference.
The other thing are his Sorels. His cold-winter paws. Snow paws, if you will.
He wore these paws when he worked outside in weather just like this and said they’re wonderful, and he might get me a pair if they make such things. So they’re at least 20 years old, maybe older. He says they weren’t designed to climb poles in, because you need a stiffer sole, technically, but he did it anyway, and they were fine. Somehow I can’t picture him doing that, but he did. My mommy used to wear the same pair when she shoveled snow, and she was only five feet two inches tall, so she looked really silly, but she insisted on shoveling so that the guy I live with, whom she liked a lot, wouldn’t throw out his back. Now he shovels regardless. And he puts on these fancy paws when we go for walks in the snow.
I just have my regular paws and they do tend to ice up. The guy I live with helps clean the ice out of my paw pads so we can keep going. But my walks have been shorter than normal because of the icing business.
The guy I live with thinks snow is boring, and especially, he says, “if it outstays its welcome”, which it has been doing the last few winters.
He spent the day filling out seed orders to send to the Czech Republic, “complete with the seed permit and label in case anyone in authority is reading this”, and now they’re winging their way eastward. Well, he hopes eastward.
And this new book came in the mail today.
It came from the Alpine Garden Society book shop. He’s very excited because he likes tulips a lot. “Species tulips”, he says, just to clarify, I guess.
He took a picture of the baby cactuses growing downstairs, too. They’re not growing very quickly because it’s just the laundry room and not a greenhouse, but he says he’s in no hurry. They really want sun instead of artificial light.
Baby cactus. Kind of hard to relate to cactus when it’s so delightfully frigid outside, but the guy I live with said to post it, so I did.
I think that’s about it. I’ll show another picture of me to perk things up, even though I look really bored again. We did go for both walks today, so the guy I live with says I look bored because I’m not busy eating. I think that’s slightly rude, don’t you? I admit I do think about food a lot, though. Especially the fromager d’affinois I had this afternoon. That was good, and I could be eating some now, instead of posting, but what can you do.
Until next time, then.
the miserable gardener 