Hello. This is the Daily Bone and I'm your vigilant doggie reporter Chester L. W. Stephens.
Despite the persistently cold weather, our wonderful snow has been melting steadily. As you know, I have to have lots of mud ready by March 23 for the doggie blog "Guys Night Out" party. Each day I anxiously inspect my back yard for good honest mud, and submit the results in my Sludge Report. Due to some technical difficulties this weekend, I'm a bit behind in these reports. So please bear with me as I catch you up on my mud quest.
|Yesterday morning the snow cover looked like polka dots.|
|Look at this sneaky squirrel!|
|Bark bark bark bark bark woof woof woof woof bark bark bark bark bark!|
But I digress. By the end of the day, there was even more exposed lawn. The texture of it was like chopped spinach that had been frozen and then overcooked. Water squeezed up between my toes, but the ground was still frozen. No genuine, squishy mud yet!
Today the snow was even more decimated. I stood at the window early this morning surveying my mushy domain. Although it looked warm and sunny out, there was a cold wind blasting through the tree tops.
|Hey, there's that pusillanimous squirrel again!|
Ghostwriter had to leave for work just then, so I was not allowed out for a proper chase. I would have to wait for Dad to wake up. In the meantime, a good barking sent that corpulent, lily-livered squirrel packing! Now, you might ask if I found any nice, slimy, soft mud today. Dad is not as obsessive a photographer as ghostwriter, so I don't have any more pictures of my quest to show you right now.
|Oh Chester? Do you know who made those muddy footprints on my chair?|