Hello everyone. This is The Daily Bone and I'm your perky doggie reporter Chester L. W. Spaniel.
It's been kind of a slow day today. The sky was gray, the wind was light, and it was cold and damp out. So we'll show you a few pictures of our icicles yesterday:
Some of them fell down and broke into pieces. So sorry Charlie, but they do not taste like ice cream. They just taste like regular cold water, with a hint of tar from the roof shingles. These particular ones have the added flavor of chives since that's what their lying on top of.
Unfortunately, overnight all of our wonderful snow melted. Ghostwriter says, good riddance, and she hopes it doesn't come back till next winter. I say be careful what you wish for.
Because it's now officially mud season.
Oh, and ghostwriter wanted to show everyone the stuff that's growing in the garden, since there's nothing else going on right now.
Well, THAT was pretty boring!
Now it's time for some real action from the
DOUBLE DOGGIE HOMELAND SECURITY SYSTEM!
Mr. Seedcruncher, CEO of Sparrows Incorporated is here to report that the Evil Squirrel Cartel has been raiding the window birdie feeder. "The dastardly rodent has figured out how to get in there and he's been eating all the sunflower seeds that my girls need for maximum egg laying capacity."
"See him there, Chester? He's sneaking towards the pear tree as we speak!"
Copy that. Evil Squirrel Cartel operative at twelve o'clock! Grrrrrrrrrr.
Here he comes!
Wait for it … Wait for it …
Wow! That guy's got some nerve!
He's right under the window. We're ready to launch fur torpedoes.
T-minus 3 … 2 … 1 …
Mission control, we have confirmed that the squirrel is now stuck up in the silver maple! Hooray!
Requesting standard remuneration. That'll be two yum yum doggie treats each!
THE DOUBLE DOGGIE HOMELAND SECURITY SYSTEM
Proudly guarding the birdie feeders from the Evil Squirrel Cartel.
And barking is always free!
|Resting up for the next mission.|