Hello everyone. This is The Daily Bone and I'm your reliable doggie reporter
Chester L. W. Spaniel.
There have been some changes around the back yard. Last week ghostwriter and Dad took all the sticks that were piled behind the wooden glider and ground them up in the roaring dragon noisy scary monster stick munching machine thing. After doing all that work, they decided they were getting too old for this, and vowed never to make any more big stick piles like that ever again.
Dad finally got rid of that moldering heap of logs, (and chipmunk hide-out) that was in the corner of the yard.
I guess I'll have to tell the Sparrows Incorporated CEO, Mr. Mortimer Seedcruncher there will be no more Sparrows Inc Winter Lodge in the Sticks for them to hang around in during the cold season. But don't worry. They'll still have lots of big arbor vitae trees to hide in! Oh, and we'll be keeping the birdie feeders full of seeds in winter for him and his large extended family, staff, and cohorts, and other nice birdies. Hopefully he'll still give me season tickets to all the Sparrows Inc events, like the Sparrow Kick-boxing Finals (seriously, those sparrows can really kick a**!) the Annual Spring Sparrow Convention, and the all new "Sparrows Got Talent" boisterous chirping competitions.
Sparrows Inc Winter Lodge in the Sticks from last January. |
Dad finally got rid of that moldering heap of logs, (and chipmunk hide-out) that was in the corner of the yard.
He had a little help from our next door neighbor, who's just gotten back from being deployed in Afghanistan since last Fall. (We're very glad he came back safely, and appreciate his service to our Country!) While he was gone, Dad noticed nobody was mowing the lawn at his house. So Dad decided to do it.
So then in return for the favor, our neighbor, who has a big pick-up truck with a trailer, helped Dad load all those old logs from our woodpile onto the trailer and they took it all to the town dump, where they will be recycled into mulch. What a great neighbor! I'll have to try not to bark at him when I see him.
My next story is about the pear tree in our back yard that was my late associate Joseph (Joey dog) Spaniel's favorite tree. This morning, I spied a couple of Evil Squirrel Cartel thugs stealing pears! There aren't very many pears growing this year, so I'll have to be extra vigilant for those thieving miscreants! Grrrrr!