Good afternoon everyone. This is The Daily Bone and I’m your somnolent doggie reporter Chester L. W. Spaniel.
Today it’s cold, cloudy, and rainy. It’s so caliginous and crepuscular that my slumberous associate Joseph (Joey dog) Spaniel and I don’t feel like doing much besides dozing.
In fact, it’s downright soporific! (Can you tell our ghostwriter got out the thesaurus of arcane and antiquated vocabulary?)
This must be a portend of the lightless days to come, as the desolate mein of Western New York autumn weather slowly creeps upon us, and days shorten into endless gloom, leaving us obtunded, and catatonic. Even when given a tennis ball, I was too torpid to budge.
My favorite squeaky goose also failed to arouse me from my repose.
|Did you say "squirrel?"|