Hello loyal readers. This is The Daily Bone and I'm your earnest doggie reporter
Chester L. W. Spaniel.
Dad has been trimming branches off the silver maple tree in my back yard. Wow! Look at this pile!
He has a new cutting tool that allows him to reach way high up the tree. So he finally took out that spot where the Evil Squirrel Cartel keeps trying to build their central command center. You should have heard those squirrels cussing and swearing this afternoon when they came back from their morning of grand theft and petty larceny and they found their hide-out was gone!
I gave them a good barking at, and told them to stay the heck out of my yard! Oh, and you know what else? The roaring dragon noisy screeching street cleaner machine monster came rumbling by this morning too. That thing usually makes the squirrels practically fly out of their trees and run like crazy to escape the sound.
Haha! It wasn't a good day for the Evil Squirrel Cartel!
In other news, ghostwriter is doing better with her new knee. She did a lot of walking today. The lady from Physical Therapy comes over twice a week. She puts ghostwriter through all sorts of contortions and measures the angles at which the knee bends and straightens, and adds more exercises to the routine. Ghostwriter just has one big wish right now: that's to be able to sleep on her side. I don't know what's so hard about that.
Oh, and one more thing. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to make it to the Blogville Halloween Parade. Ghostwriter hasn't been able to go out shopping for a costume for me. But at the last minute she found a picture of me from a couple years ago and sent it in. I hope it's all right.
I hope my dearest Princess Leah isn't too upset. I had told her I might not be able to accompany her to this event. But fortunately the moon is up early so I can give her a call.