Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Tribute to Our Good Friend Molly

This is The Daily Bone and I'm your saddened doggie reporter Chester L. W. Spaniel.


We have just received the news that our dear friend Molly has crossed the Rainbow Bridge.


Molly was one of our earliest blogging friends and taught us a lot about blogging. She helped us reach out to more bloggers, many of whom became followers of The Daily Bone, by featuring us on her Share It Sunday feature. For that we are eternally grateful! 


But enough about me! We took a look back at Molly's blog posts over the years. She had such a great variety of funny things to talk about. Sometimes she had her mini-mes do the talking.


Sometimes she had her talking heads do the news report.


Her posts were full of spoofs and funny pictures!



She loved to chase squirrels …


… and roll in stinky goodness.


A spaniel after my own heart!


She will be sorely missed!

Please visit Molly at: 


To see Molly's Share It Sunday featuring me and Joey dog, please go to:




If you'll excuse me now, I have some sorrowful howling to do. 


Monday, April 16, 2018

The Ice Storm Cometh … Not

Hello! This is The Daily Bone and I'm your steadfast TDB doggie reporter 
Chester L. W. Spaniel. 


For the last couple days, we have been sitting tight waiting for the next ice storm apocalypse to come roaring through Western NY. But all we got on Saturday was a little ice coating the tree branches. We stood and listened to the creaking of the silver maple as the breeze hit it. Ghostwriter says it's an ominous sound that you never forget. She was thinking about the ice storm of 1991. Fortunately, all the ice melted within a couple hours.


It rained Sunday, but not too much. Today, however, we had a deluge of biblical proportion! It poured all morning without stop. My back yard looks like a swamp!


We'll keep you updated as the day progresses, so stay tuned.









NEWS FLASH NEWS FLASH NEWS FLASH NEWS FLASH NEWS FLASH

This is a TDB update about the drenching rainfall earlier today. I'm your soggy doggie reporter Chester L. W. Spaniel. The rain has finally slowed! As you can see, ghostwriter let me off the leash so we could check out the whole yard (and get real muddy in the process.) Every step we took made a squishing sound.


Wow! Look at this gigantic puddle!


I checked in on the Sparrows Inc. Country Club in the Sticks, but no one was home. I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't have flood insurance and just abandoned it. Dad will proceed with demolition as soon as we get some warmer and dryer conditions.


It's gotten windy now, so maybe that will dry up some of the water and mud. I heard there might be snow tonight! Meanwhile, I'm headed indoors and straight into the bath tub. Hooray!


We now return you to your regularly scheduled program already in progress.




Friday, April 13, 2018

Flower Deficient Friday

This is The Daily Bone and I'm your frustrated doggie reporter Chester L. W. Spaniel. 


So here it is, the middle of April and we still have no flowers, except for that little patch of daffodils,


and one lonesome crocus.


Ghostwriter and I searched the entire yard and found nothing but mud, sticks, leaves, and debris. 


At least the grass is starting to green up in spots. 


The weather report says we're getting sleet and freezing rain on Saturday. Blah! 


But if we took a closer look, we found growing things that are potential flowers.

Sweet woodruff.

Hyacinths.

Irises.

Stonecrop.

Forget-me-nots.

Yarrow.

A birdie egg that was under a bush.

No! I didn't eat the birdie egg!* Ghostwriter said it was probably stolen by a crow.


She also said she saw our friendly neighborhood Cooper's hawk sitting up in the silver maple tree the other day. He's probably the one who has been eating the mourning doves and leaving behind piles of feathers in my yard. I wish he'd catch a few squirrels too. (If memory serves, Mr. Seedcruncher, CEO of Sparrows Inc. said the hawk's name is C. B. Cooper. He came to visit the Sparrows Inc. Country Club in the Sticks one day last December. I wondered if he ate any of the sparrows while he was there. But Mr. Seedcruncher said he was there for a business meeting regarding the mousies who were always sneaking into their facility.  I think the C. B. must be short for Cool Beans.) 


Ghostwriter said she was disappointed that she couldn't get a good picture of him. 


Hey Mr. Cool Beans Cooper, please feel free to pick off some of those noisy grackles too! I saw them building nests in just about every arbor vitae in the area. Pretty soon there'll be big slimy poops everywhere!


I wonder if he heard me …











* When I was a young pup, a robin made a nest in the lowest branches of the pear tree in the back yard. Neither Joey dog, Miss Ginger, nor I paid any attention to it at first. But the day the robin laid four perfect blue eggs, my nose caught the scent. Before ghostwriter could stop me, I stood up on my back legs, stuck my nose in the nest, and ate all the eggs real fast! Yum! After we doggies went back in the house, the mommy robin returned to her nest to find her eggs all gone. She stared and stared at it as if she was thinking, "I'm certain I put four eggs in there! Now where did they go?" Ghostwriter removed the nest so the robin wouldn't repeat the same mistake.


Sorry. But they were delicious!

Here's a link to the post from the day Mr. C. B. Cooper visited the Sparrows.

Sunday, April 8, 2018

And For Our Next Act …

Hello everybody! This is The Daily Bone and I'm your astute doggie reporter Chester L. W. Spaniel. 


As you can see, we have another day with snow on the ground that fell overnight. Ghostwriter said it wasn't snowing when she drove home from work at 11:30pm last night, so it must have done it after she got home. 

First shot of the morning.

So by now you're probably thinking, so what else is new? 


But at exactly 10:30am it started snowing really hard. Ghostwriter took one look outside and put on her coat and boots and told me to come along for a photo session. 


Here's what we saw:




If you take a close look at this snow, you'll see that it's not really snowflakes, but little round balls. This is a special kind of snow called graupel.


If you've never heard of graupel, here's a picture with a good explanation:


It didn't stick around very long. The sun came out and started melting it about ten minutes after it fell. And then, five minutes later, it clouded up again and started to snow regular snowflakes.


I guess this is getting a bit redundant now. So I'll move onto my next story. Ghostwriter said that at the nursing home, Saturday night most of the little old people sit down in the living room to watch the Lawrence Welk* show. It's the big event of the week there! Since it's April, all the music on the show had to do with April showers and raindrops falling and singing in the rain.


Bwahahahahaha! No April showers for us here in Western New York! For us, it's April snow!




It is now 1:30pm here. The sun melted most of the snow again, except in the shady spots, and more clouds rolled in. Ghostwriter has to go to work in an  hour. Hopefully my next report won't have anything to do with our fickled crazy insane ridiculous crummy rotten weather!


*If you never heard of Lawrence Welk, just go to youtube and put in that name into the search bar. You'll come up with dozens of their hour-long shows from the 60s. It features singing and dancing and big band music and little skits with people wearing colorful clothes and big poofy hair-dos. It brings back a lot of memories to the nursing home folks who watched it every week 50 years ago.