Happ’nings Around the Place
Not a lot to report from the past week, but I’ll tell you what there is to tell…
Our human has been doing a lot of clean-up work around the yard, removing the yucky-tasting mustard weeds. Parts of the yard are looking quite civilized and tidy.
Last night she came out and cleaned and cleaned our pen, until it was too dark to see. I can’t count exactly, but there are a lot of trash cans of fresh poo (she dumps those in the dumpster), and a lot more full of old poo (she puts that under the trees). We hardly have any flies, because there’s nothing for them to breed in. Even the fresh poo dries out so quickly, and is scattered around by beetles, that it doesn’t do the flies much good.
Tonight she and the other human ate their dinner on the patio (where we aren’t allowed any more - something about a glass table…). We ate some hay on the lawn. Well, it’s where the lawn would be, if there was any grass. They had something they called hard cider. It looked like water to me, so I don’t know what’s so hard about it.
The man human offered us all some of this cider stuff in a bowl. It smelled really good, like apples, but weird, like medicine. We all smelled and smelled it. He put a little on our noses, and it tasted really funny. We all made strange faces about that. I smelled like it should be good to eat, but it really wasn’t.
Speaking of eating, isn’t it about time somebody got out here with our dinner?
