Hello. This is The Daily Bone and I'm your trusty doggie reporter Chester L. W. Spaniel.
Apparently yesterday was my birthday and I'm now seven years old. As you know, doggies aren't very adept at reading a calendar, much less remembering when our birthdays are. Ghostwriter had to go to work yesterday and wasn't able to make any birthday plans. But my secretive associate Joseph (Joey dog) Spaniel posted a covert message to my wonderful Blogville friends. My good buddy Mr. Jack Freckles mrjackfreckles made me a special birthday card. Isn't it amazing? Wow! Thank you to your Mom and your kitties, Pipo and Minko too!
My family posted a birthday card on ghostwriter's facebook too! Hooray!
As you could see in the first photo in today's post, I got a new squeaky toy! This was one that came out of Professor Braydie Spiker's box of paranormal alien squeaky toys that she left for me in her will. It's a great honor that she entrusted me with this treasure, and I will take good care of it …
… just as soon as I take all the stuffing out.
Now I have a fast breaking news flash. A sneaky squirrel was spotted making a commotion way up in the top of our birch tree. Do you see him?
Here's a better photo:
He was twitching his tail and making a horrible scolding noise that sounded like "chuck chuck chuck squaaah!" Naturally, I barked at him and he ran away. But later he was seen sitting on the grass right outside our front door, near our Halloween pumpkin. In the photo below you can see him sneaking away. I'll bet the Evil Squirrel Cartel is planning to chew a hole in the pumpkin to get at the seeds. I advised ghostwriter to bring the pumpkin indoors for a few days until we can carve it on Halloween.
The weather has been getting steadily colder. This morning there was frost on the grass. Dad put some suet in the bird feeder for the birdies to keep their energy up in the upcoming winter. They didn't waste time finding it and eating it.
I love watching the little birdies and never bark at them.
Now I have a bit of sad news. One of our oldest fans at the nursing home where ghostwriter works passed away last week. She loved seeing pictures of Joey dog and me, and had a vast collection of squeaky toys that looked like doggies. We cannot give her name, but here's a picture of one of her toy doggies named Honey. (They were all named Honey.)
In closing ghostwriter wanted to show you some more pictures of our beautiful sunny day.
|Long shadows in the morning|
|Berries on burning bush|
|Purple leaves of nightshade vine|
|Moon last night|
Thank you for all your birthday wishes!