No Winter Yet!

Greetings friends and fans. This is The Daily Bone and I'm your diligent doggie reporter 

Chester L. W. Spaniel. 

We've been having some cooler weather around here lately, and the days are getting shorter. It's dark by 8pm. In Western NY, cooler weather brings to mind this: 

I wouldn't worry about snow and ice yet, but ghostwriter and Dad had their annual discussion about snow tires. Ghostwriter says, "Well you don't have to drive ten miles through a blizzard on unplowed country roads at twelve o'clock at night to get home after work!" Dad says the tires on her car are still all right. Ghostwriter then points out that we had such a mild winter last year that this year is sure to be a bad one. They both agreed to postpone their snow tire decision until they get a better idea about what this winter actually shapes up to be. 

I happen to look forward to some nice deep snow to romp around in! But in the meantime, I suggest we take a look at what's going  on now, despite the cooling temperatures.

Ghostwriter found this little birdie egg on the grass. She wondered which birdie is laying eggs this time of year. She  picked it up and it had a hole in it, and a little lump of something inside. She  rinsed it out in the sink. It turned out the little lump was a slug who was using the egg shell as his house. 

Here's a beautiful preying mantis ghostwriter found in the parking lot at the nursing home. She picked it up and put it on the bushes so it wouldn't get flattened by cars as everyone fled for home at the end of their shifts. 

There are two milkweed bugs hiding among the milkweed fuzz. Can you see them? 

The clemitis vine is sending out its feathery seeds. 

Garden Buddha is waiting for some of those yummy tomatoes.

There aren't many spiders this year, and the ones we have are small ones, but this one is doing an excellent job of camouflage in the compost pile. Do you see him? He just caught an ant. 

This little spider has her web full of dew drops.

The trees haven't changed colors yet, but the fields look beautiful. 

There was a red dragon fly resting on the rock in our front yard. 

Our favorite miniature human, Ryan, got a new intergalactic transportation vehicle. Look at him go! 

We've had brilliant blue skies, and white clouds! 

Beautiful sunsets too!

Good night.

Flashback: Make Up Your Own Wacky Holiday Day

This is The Daily Bone and I'm your doggie reporter Chester L. W. Spaniel. Today we're going to feature a post from one year ago.

Hi there. This is The Daily Bone and I'm your humble correspondent Chester L. W. Spaniel. Today we get to make up our own crazy holiday! 

That's an easy one for me and my erudite colleague Joseph (Joey dog) Spaniel.

I propose it be National Squeaky Toy Day! 

Bwahahahahahahaha! We never would have guessed that! 

Well, what do you propose Mr. Smarty Pants?

National Lick Your Feet Day!

Bwahahahahahahaha! That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard! 

Laugh all you want. But I'll have you know, I have the cleanest feet in the house!

How about National Spy on a Squirrel Day? 

National Zoom Day!

It's Stand in Your Yard and Bark at Nothing Day.

Zoom Around and Bark at Passersby Day!

National Give Your Dog a Meatball Day!

Maybe ghostwriter has a suggestion.

National Pooper Scooper Appreciation Day. Best invention ever!

You HAD to ask, didn't you!

I thought it was nice to see Joey dog again. I miss our discussions and debates.

Serious Talk About Poop

Hello fellow doggies. This is a special TDB report. I'm your loquacious doggie commentator Chester L. W. Spaniel, and we're going to get right down to business. Warning humans, if you have a particularly delicate constitution, this post is about poop.

I recently saw this ad: 

You have GOT to be kidding me! 

The humans are obsessed with picking up poop.

Well, I can understand they wouldn't want to step in poop everywhere, and it might contaminate local water sources, and fragile back yard ecosystems. But seriously, they're taking one of the world's most biodegradable substances and putting it into a plastic bag that will then go to a landfill where it will remain for all eternity!

But animals all over the world poop on the ground. Whatever did the dinosaurs do with their doo doo? Did you know that there are scientists who study fossilized dinosaur poop. They have a special scientific name for it called—and I'm not making this up—crapolyte. Oops, I mean coprolite. They can reveal literally tons of information about what dinosaurs ate and where they lived. 

To doggies, poop can tell the exact same things. Hmmm. What did you have for dinner yesterday? 

I got some steak scraps and a piece of broccoli in addition to my delicious and nutritious yum yum crunchy meatballs dry doggie food by Iams that makes you poop less. Doggies in this house have been eating this for years uncounted, and have lived long and healthy lives. 

Doughnuts. Yum!

Anyway, getting back to the original subject, the humans have a complex about poop. They never want anyone else to know that they poop too. Why else would they go into a little secret room with the special swirling water bowl in it, and shut the door, and turn on the fan when they have to make a poop?

You're not fooling me! I know what's going on in there! And I know what you had for dinner yesterday too!

And I bet every one of you doggies out there has a human who's cringing right now after reading this post! Or else they're laughing out  loud. If so, my job is done. See you later! 

Did you say "out?"

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