Hello. This is The Daily Bone and I'm your predatory doggie commentator Chester L. W. Stephens reporting from the corner. Why am I in the corner, you might ask?
There was a chipmunk feasting on seeds the birdies dropped from the window feeder. Of course I had to investigate the trail. It had rained all night and everything was dripping wet. That doesn't stop me, doggie tracker extraordinaire!
|Tromping through the hostas.|
|Mashing down the lavender.|
|Trampling the irises.|
|Stomping behind the … oops, couldn't fit through there.|
|Around the lilies.|
|Crashing through the other hostas. (I should really flatten these things!)|
|He went out through the fence right here. Don't come back, crummy chipmunk!|
|Flattening some daisies just for good measure.|
|I came in and shook water everywhere.|
|So, again, why am I in the corner? Curse you Conniving Chipmunk Consortium!|