Flower Friday (At Last!!!)

Hello everybody. This is The Daily Bone and I'm your dedicated doggie reporter 

Chester L. W. Spaniel. 

It finally seems like Spring here in Western New York. The grass is green and the sound of lawn mowers can be heard far and wide. But it has also been raining a lot. Dad bought himself a brand new gigantic roaring dragon loud humongous scary lawn monster mower machine thing that he could sit on while cutting the grass. Ghostwriter was surprised he didn't sink up to his eyeballs on that heavy thing on the soggy lawn. 

After he was done with mowing I went outside to look around, and discovered that we FINALLY have some flowers and growing things!

I also found massive amounts of mud! 

Do you see my back foot? All four of my feet and legs and my entire belly were covered in nice fragrant black mud. Of course, as soon as  I came back indoors I had to go directly to the bath tub. We had to change the water three times before all the mud washed off! (Don't worry. I like playing in the water in the bath tub, and jump right in.)

Ghostwriter said my feet are like furry mud sponges. Time to call Miss Jacquie the groomer and get my spring buzz cut!

Where are the flowers and beautiful growing things, you ask? I guess we'll have to show you without me in the pictures! 

Hostas growing

Forget-Me-Nots

Grape hyacinths (The bumble bees like these.)

Lots of daffodils:

Sweet woodruff

Lily-of-the-valley sprouting

Garden Buddha watching everything grow.

I wasn't allowed outside again until it got dark out. This was so I wouldn't run through the mud again while barking at the Evil Squirrel Cartel and the people and other doggies walking by on the sidewalk. All was not lost, though. I got a delicious yummy super special treat to keep me busy: 

a ham bone!

Nom nom nom …

See you later! 

Typical in WNY

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

Chester L. W. Spaniel.

Today is April 27. The trees and the hyacinths are blooming. It's also freezing cold out, with a gelid wind blowing, and snizzle falling from the gray clouds. Yes, snizzle is a word. It means drizzle rain mixed with snow. This cold wet stuff melted as soon as it hit the ground in most places. But we found some accumulation way back in the corner of the yard on the wood pile.

Blah!

Needless to say, I didn't stay outside for very long. In fact, I decided to do the perfect thing on a day like this: 

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz … 

Earth Day!

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

I hope you all had a nice Easter! My ghostwriter had to work all through it and didn't get home last night until 4am! I barely had the energy to get up and say hello to her at that time! 

I think I'm going to have to have a little talk with her boss one of these days! Grrrrr …
But anyway, today is my favorite holiday: Earth Day! That's the day ghostwriter and I take time to appreciate all the nice earth in our back yard. I like to look under rocks to see all the creatures that live there. Look look look lookie look! There's a gigantic slimy earth worm! 

I bet the robins would love to slurp up that one! 

There was a little spider living under this rock in a little round nest in the mud.

There are lots of interesting scents under here.

I smell mousie footprints back here.

I wonder if that was from the mousie we found in the trap in the garage on Saturday?

Moving on, here's our glorious compost pile, below. We put the autumn leaves on there plus vegetable and fruit scraps from the kitchen, the Halloween pumpkins and gourds, and all kinds of dead weeds, plants, and grass clippings too. The birdies ate lots of seeds from those pumpkins and gourds through the winter. Now that it's Spring, the robins find some huge worms in there too. After a while, these things will all turn into lovely, rich earth!

Right next door is the Sparrows Inc. Winter Lodge in the Sticks. Now that the sparrows have moved out, Dad will put all those sticks through the screaming dragon scary noisy stick grinder machine thing, and turn them into mulch. I'll be sure to stay safely in the house when he does that. 

Now ghostwriter wants to show a few flowers that are growing in our yard. 

Hyacinths

Pachysandra

Daffodils

Puppy willows!

Hostas growing

Hey, we still have to look under the rocks by the fence! 

Wow! Lots of  good stuff under there!

I did a lot of running and barking too. The ground is still soft so it feels like running on marshmallows. Before going in, I was sure to give the Gnome Syndicate their Spring deployment instructions. They had better not let any more mousies get into the garage!

Then it was time to go back inside. Wow, were my feet ever muddy! I had to jump into the bath tub!  The instant I got into the water, it turned brown!

That was a lot of work exploring the earth in my yard! I think I'll take a nap now. 

I hope all you doggies, and kitties, and humans out there had as much fun as I did today!

Good night!

It's Robin Time!

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

Chester L. W. Spaniel.

Despite the cold weather, the birdies are moving along with their spring time plans. These include fighting for territory, finding a mate, building a nest, and raising baby birdies. The Stodgy Robin Society is no exception. It seems we have a pair who have claimed our yard as their own. Please allow me to introduce Sir Rupert Pinfeathers and his mistress Lady Hildegarde Hoppington. I have not discovered their nesting site yet. 

This royal pair hop regally around the yard looking for big juicy worms, which they gobble up with gusto. They dive bomb any other robins who try to trespass on their personal domain. They might seem very stately and dignified, but they go downright Kamikazi when it comes to their property rights.

My ghostwriter said that when she drove around the block, there was a pair of robins in every yard! She said she had to watch out because once in a while, one would come zooming across the road at low altitude. She remembers a few years ago, as she was driving to work, a robin smacked right into the driver's side window. She felt sorry for the poor birdie, but she was glad her window wasn't open or else it would have hit her on the side of the head! 

Crazy birdies!

Robins Hunting Worms

Quick Post

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

There hasn't been much going on around here lately. Now that all the birdie seeds are gone, most of those nasty grackles have moved on. We miss all the other nice birdies, though. Ghostwriter says maybe she'll try filling up the feeders next week.

As you can see, the grass is getting green. Oh and look look look lookie look!
We had two little crocus flowers blooming by the back door.

The weather can't decide if it wants to be cold or warm. The wind was blowing like crazy again!
One minute it's sunny and the next it's overcast.

We looked up and saw a big jet fly right over our heads!

The moon was just a thin sliver—can you see it below?—and turkey vultures flew by again.

The robins and the spring peepers were singing when the sun went down.

Good night.