Monday, September 21, 2020

Look Up, Look Down

 Greetings friends and fans. This is The Daily Bone, your best source for true stories during these troubled times, and I'm your trustworthy doggie reporter Chester L. W. Spaniel. I have a lot to report today!

I have seen reports that there were massive wildfires in our west coast states. Last week the smoke from those fires reached all the way to the other side of the country and turned our skies hazy! Here's what the sunset looked like then:


We feel sorry for all the people who have had their homes burned up, and for the animals too. We'll now have a moment of silent prayer. 


To make things worse, hurricanes are moving up the coast. Can anything else bad happen this year? Forget I asked that. I'm sure the news networks and social media will conjure up some other crisis or harbinger of the end of the world (again.) Blah!


In other news, Mr. Cool Beans Cooper, our friendly neighborhood Cooper's hawk, caught another birdie in my backyard, and left a pile of feathers. I think this was a sparrow this time. 

We still have yet to see him actually make the kill. He must be a real early bird! But this afternoon, my ghostwriter said she saw him come wafting over the greenbelt. He made a couple circles around our yard before heading towards the evergreens where an army of sparrows were congregating loudly.

I have to tell you that those little birdies have officially consumed fifty pounds of seeds in the past few weeks! Hundreds of little birdies, fattened up after eating so many seeds is surely a tempting banquet for our local predator. We wish he'd go after some of those equally fat squirrels and chipmunks! 

My ghostwriter is finally off after finishing another several days of work. She was very glad to be home and spend some time just looking up and looking down, and finding so many amazing things. Here are some of them:

Sedum with bumblebee


Birch tree


Peony plants


Little toad


Daddy long legs


Funnel spider's house in the milkweed


Crane fly


Canada geese and crescent moon


Eating the last yummy pear from the tree


Clouds like wispy ghosts


Thankful for a nice, sunny day


Good night.


Wednesday, September 9, 2020

Too Much Working!

Greetings friends and fans. This is The Daily Bone and I'm your concerned doggie reporter Chester L. W. Spaniel. 

My ghostwriter has been working way too much lately! In addition to working every weekend, she's been having to do some 12-hour shifts (3pm to 3am.) When she comes home after that, she is exhausted, sleepy, achy, grumpy, and miserable for two days or more.  

What's that? Oh, she says it'll only be for one more week to help cover for two coworkers who are on a well-deserved vacation. So, that's OK, I guess? 

It's a good thing Dad is always home. Otherwise I'd be all alone in the house.

She also says to her good Blogville friends: please excuse her for falling behind on commenting on your posts. She still reads and enjoys them. 

I especially love reading the posts about my doggie and kitty cat friends getting some yum yum treats, or a new squeaky toy.

In other news, in spite of her work schedule, my ghostwriter remembered to look up and look down to find some awesome things.


Storm clouds coming.

Beautiful sunset.

A bit of a rainbow.

Yellow jackets eating a fallen pear.

Pretty flowers.

Phineas P. Finch alerted us of two evil squirrels in the yard stealing birdie seeds!

I didn't catch them, but I gave them a good chase!

Sleepy time now. Good night.

Tuesday, September 1, 2020

Cool Beans Cooper Strikes Again!

 Greetings mystery fans. This is The Daily Bone and I'm your investigative doggie reporter Chester L. W. Spaniel. 

This morning we found a big pile of birdie feathers in the yard. My ghostwriter says it looks like the feathers were from a mourning dove. 


Immediately, I was on the case! 


After thoroughly sniffing the feathers, I concurred with her identification of the victim.
With my superior sense of smell, I also identified the perpetrator: Mr. Cool Beans Cooper, our friendly, neighborhood Cooper's hawk. 


Wow! We haven't seen Cool Beans Cooper in a long time! We wondered if, since we cut down the gigantic silver maple tree in our back yard, he moved on to better hunting grounds. 


Mr. C. B. Cooper sometimes catches robins, but more often he gets mourning doves. These birdies are polite and soft-spoken, but they aren't too bright. They'll sit very still on the ground and pretend to be rocks. When they take off, their wings make a loud whistling sound. How that gives them some kind of protective advantage, I have no idea. But there are plenty of them around.


In fact I caught one all by myself last summer! (I'm a good little cocker spaniel bird doggie!) 


We'll have to keep our eyes open to see if we can catch a glimpse of Mr. Cool Beans Cooper. I sure wish he'd catch some of those rotten chipmunks or squirrels! 

www.youtube.Cooper's Hawk video

Monday, August 31, 2020

The More Things Change …


 Greetings friends and fans! This is The Daily Bone and I'm your perspicacious doggie reporter 
Chester L. W. Spaniel. 

When I first started blogging in 2013, I had a lot of political opinions. I was chairman of the Squeaky Party, and our slogan was "Squeaky Toys For All!" I didn't have any followers at that time, but I persevered with the help of my sagacious, late associate Joseph (Joey dog) Spaniel. With things the way they are today, I think it's wise to take a look back to my older posts. So I intend to update and repost a                                      few of them under the title, "The More Things Change … "                                           


         Today I'm going to update and repost one called "Spinning." I think it's just as relevant today as it was seven years ago. 


SPINNING (2013)

Hi everyone. This is The Daily Bone, and I'm your dizzy doggie reporter Chester L. W. Spaniel. Hang on to your squeaky toys because your head will soon be spinning!

Today's vocabulary word is "spin." It used to mean to turn around and around, like a wheel. But these days, it takes on a whole new meaning. Now it means to take bad news and make it look good, or take good news and make it look bad, or take bad news and make it look worse, or take good news and make it look better, or skip it all together and talk about cute fuzzy things like puppies and birdies and the latest diet craze. It's also used to take credit for something good that you actually had nothing to do with, or make it look like you had nothing to do with something bad, or blame someone else for it. Dizzy yet? 

Politicians and the media have turned spinning into a fine art. So how can we tell if something is true, or if it's being given a spin? For one thing, consider the source. If every channel is saying there's a volcano erupting in Hawaii, then it's probably true. But if you see a celebrity say it's erupting because of global warming, fracking, or Republicans, then it's probably a spin. If a politician says something is a good idea, then turns around a month later and says it isn't, then he's spinning. It's kind of like chasing your tail. It's funny at first, but then you just look like a weirdo and get your picture posted on doggie shaming sites. 

OK, so I'm going to give spinning a try. Do you see that pee pee on the floor in the corner? I have no idea how it got there. Perhaps my elderly associate Joseph (Joey dog) Spaniel might be having a little problem because of his age. We'll have to give it a good sniff and take some time to analyze it properly. Maybe we should send it to a lab for DNA analysis, and then set up a Congressional subcommittee to investigate it further. Or, try this: I saw an ant there, so I had to do something quick before the whole colony comes charging up that little crack in the corner over there. Oh, but it's not so bad. It'll soon dry up and no one will know it was there, except for us doggies with our sensitive sense of smell. It's good practice for us to have old pee spots to keep our sniffing skills sharp. Hey, with all this global warming, and fracking—and how about all those rotten Democrats?—a doggie can't help but be nervous. 

But you know what? That leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Blah! I think I'm better off saying, yes, it was I who made that pee spot in the corner! I'm sorry about that and will try not to do it again. Now that's called personal responsibility. If everyone would be honest about things, the world would be a better place! 

I am not elderly!

I am not elderly!


These days the spinning has turned into a hurricane complete with mud, rocks, bricks, Molatov cocktails, and rampant, vicious character assassination. Regarding that pee spot I might now say, it's my right as a doggie to mark my territory, and if you don't like it, then you're a racist! My ghostwriter says back in the old days, if a news cast presented an opinion piece, there would be a disclaimer saying, the opinion of our guest is not necessarily the opinion of this station. Nowadays, entire news casts are almost completely opinion, all depending on the political opinion of the network! In other words, propaganda. (You got that, comrade?) 



Wednesday, August 26, 2020

National Dog Day

 Hello! I'm Chester L. W. Spaniel, and this is The Daily Bone. 

I hope all you doggies out there had a great National Doggie Day! I had a good time because the grand kids came over to help me pick pears from Joey's Pear Tree. 

This year the tree had an abundance of pears! There were so many, the branches hung down to the ground, well within the reach of our miniature humans.

And they were extra super yummy!


Lily picked two and ate them right away. Then she picked many more.


Ryan must have picked a hundred of them, and there are still a lot left on the tree! 


Yup. It was a good, fun, yummy day. Good night.