Dirty Dog Thursday

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

There was yet another big thunderstorm today with lots of rain. So I hung out with Dad in the garage/workshop for a while. He was replacing the piece of wallboard that I helped remove a few weeks ago when a stinky chipmunk got stuck behind there. 

If you wish to check out the episode about the stinky chipmunk, please go here:

I Found The Stinky Chipmunk!

But don't forget to come back, because I had a lot more fun today to tell you about! 

I like poking around in the garage. There's always something to find in there. Once I found a mummified dead birdie in a corner behind a whole bunch of shovels. Sometimes I find my old missing tennis balls too, or mousie footprints. 

Hey! Check this out! Remember my old employee Mr. Bones Daily? He wasn't much help as a reporter, so I gave him the assignment to keep guard over Dad's workshop. I found him asleep on the job on top of a bunch of boxes and empty pop bottles. Well, I'm not too surprised. He always was a bit of a lazy bones*. 

Fortunately, the storm passed and I got to go outside. There was an angry Mama robin sitting in tree giving me the stink eye, and that low, monotone chirp, chirp, chirp they do when danger is around. Here's why she was so concerned:

See that baby robin sitting on the fence? The Mama bird was worried because it wasn't flying away. 

So I ran up to it to see if I could help. That baby robin popped straight up into the air learned to fly really really fast!

For my help and free flying lesson, the Mama robin dived bombed and screamed at me all the way across the yard! As they say, no good deed goes unpunished!

Silly bird!

It's a bit early for Flower Friday. But ghostwriter is going to visit Oma tomorrow, so might not have time to write then. Surprisingly, the heavy rain didn't destroy everything. 

Phlox and baby's breath.

Liatra.

Hydrangea.

There's a bumper crop of Japanese beetles devouring the roses. Ghostwriter picked twelve of them off this one flower and smashed them on a rock. The little ants will have a feast tonight!

Later in the afternoon, I caught the scent of something in the mud under the hostas.

So I started a serious investigation. 

I hardly ever do any digging. But I was able to create quite a significant hole by the time my humans tried to stop me.

In the process I got good and muddy!

My humans got out my little summer swimming pool, put some water in it, and then tossed me in to rinse off. As I've said before, I really don't mind getting a bath. But then they wouldn't let me outside again without a leash for the rest of the afternoon. So I guess my archeological/forensics dig will have to wait. 

It's a good thing that I'm a very patient doggie.

The excavation will resume tomorrow!

*If you'd like to read my adventures with Bones Daily, please click on these links:

Interview With Bones Daily

No Bones About It

Skeleton Crew