Good evening friends and fellow doggies. This is The Daily Bone and I’m your diligent doggie corespondent Chester L. W. Spaniel.
Our ghostwriter finally had a day off! She has tomorrow off too. Hooray! So she decided to take it easy today and just have fun with me and my esteemed colleague Joseph (Joey dog) Spaniel. We went out into the yard and looked for those little tiny amazing things that you can only find if you search carefully.
It seems the Evil Squirrel Cartel has been busy dumping acorns in our yard. How else would they get here? The nearest oak tree is two yards away! We also found another cicada. This one's a nice one! Look at the colors!
We noticed we haven’t been finding any slugs on the hostas by the back door lately. However, we solved that mystery today. Look at what was under a rock! It’s a slug-fest convention!
We were amazed to find a little cabbage butterfly fluttering around the hostas. It must have been very tired because we were able to get a close-up photo of it.
When we went out later in the evening, we found it was still there!
Oh, and don’t worry. I haven’t forgotten about my political campaign. In fact, my ghostwriter came across a quote from a letter written by Dwight D. Eisenhower on August 27, 1942 when he was the Supreme Commander of the Allied Expeditionary Force. I thought it rings just as true now, seventy-two years later, as it did just before World War II.
"This is a long road we have to travel. The men (or doggies) that can do things are going to be sought out as surely as the sun rises in the morning. Fake reputations, habits of glib and clever speech, and glittering surface performance are going to be discovered and kicked overboard. Solid, sound leadership and ironclad determination to face discouragement, risk, and increasing work without flinching will always characterize the man (or doggie) who has a sure-enough, bang-up fighting unit. Added to this he must have a darn strong tinge of imagination—I am continuously astounded by the utter lack of imaginative thinking … And finally the man (or doggie) has to be able to forget himself and personal fortunes. I’ve relieved two seniors here because they got to worrying about injustice, unfairness, prestige—oh, what the hell."
Think about it …