Rainbow Bridge Remembrance Day (and other stuff)

Greetings friends and fans. This is The Daily Bone and I'm your doggie reporter 

Chester L. W. Spaniel.

Today I'd like to pay tribute to our angels. My ghostwriter wishes she had taken more pictures of them years ago. But here's one of our favorites that has all three of our angel doggies:

On the left is our Patron Saint Charisma, whom I never had the honor of meeting. She was adopted when she was about a year old. (Her previous family didn't want her anymore because she got car sick.) She helped raise the four siblings and always knew when somebody needed extra doggie hugs and kisses. Ghostwriter says that she could call any one of the siblings, and Charisma would come running.

On the right is Miss Ginger. She was the queen of the house and a real spitfire. She would lead the way on walks and loved to chase bunnies. She had a beautiful singing voice and provided the music at every meal. Miss Ginger lost her sight at age 7 because of juvenile cataracts and then glaucoma, but that never slowed her down a bit. She always knew where she was going by following her nose.

In the center, long time readers will remember my esteemed colleague Joseph (Joey dog) Spaniel who crossed the Bridge in July of 2016. We still miss him like crazy! He was an avid food watcher, and my partner in the Double Doggie Homeland Security System. He particularly loved to eat pears from the tree in the back yard. He was my best bud!

We never forget our angels!

In other news, it was extremely hot and windy outside today!
Kind of like standing in front of a hair dryer. Whew!

Lots of big branches from the big silver maple tree got blown to the ground. We added them to the pile of lilac branches and sticks. 

Now I have so many sticks that I'm thinking about giving them away free!

My next report is about the Miscellaneous Mousie Mob.

Mousies! Grrrrrr!

Yes, this is the time of year when they begin invading our garage in search of food and shelter. We have a big plastic container that we keep birdie seeds in. Somebody chewed a hole in the top of it!

Here's a close-up of the hole. Can you see the tiny bite marks? 

I have suspected for the last week or so that the Miscellaneous Mouse Mob has been hiding somewhere in the garage. I've been sniffing around under Dad's stuff and knocking over fishing poles and tools and boxes in an effort to find them.

Last night ghostwriter set up two mousie snap traps. This morning, both traps were snapped, but no mousie was caught in them. She's going to set them up one more night and then switch to sticky traps. Maybe Dad should find something else to store the birdie seeds in too. 

Sooner or later, I'll get those mousies.

Meanwhile, my kitty cat cousin Hannibal actually caught a mousie at his house. His human took it from him and put it in a jar before letting it go outside.

I heard he's is quite smug about this.

But I'm pretty sure I can handle the Mousie Mob in my garage.

Oh, and my ghostwriter is finally over that awful cold she had, and is going back to work tomorrow. She even took me for a short walk this evening. Thank you for all the get well wishes! And now, I do believe it's bed time.

Good night!