Today Is a Birthday ... We Wonder for Whom ...

Gotta love the Big John and Sparky Birthday Song ...

Friday is Dee-Dee's birthday, so she and Kennie came by yesterday for an audience with moi ... or maybe it was to enjoy a celebratory dinner with the folks ...

I was able to wish her an early Happy Birthday and give her a big, wet birthday kiss ~smack~

It's a Dog Eat Plant World

We've previously discussed my affinity for gardening. Both Mum and Dad are doing their best to keep me from tearing up the sod in the backyard. However, in an effort to feed the horticulturist in me, I have found another outlet ... houseplants.

As any good gardener knows, drainage is important. In order to facilitate drainage of the potted plants, Mom adds a few styrofoam packing peanuts to the dirt. Over time, these peanuts will float to the top of the potting soil and an ever-vigilant Scottie can liberate them from their planters.

I think it's important to help the packing peanuts make their escape. Problem is ... the trail of potting soil gives me away *everytime*.

So Pun Intended ...

I do not understand what it is about girls and purses. Mom got a new one yesterday ... and she's REALLY excited about it.

It's a fancy-schmancy designer bag called a ... are you ready for this ... Cluny and Bourke ... heh-heh-heh, I crack myself up !

Just so you know ... I cannot take sole credit for this one. Cassee Spellmeyer writes *all* my material ...

Here It Is ... Your Moment of Zen

I am learning to channel my my inner television critic. My favorite shows involve animals. This brand of TV will generally warrant my attention. Startling noises (on the news or some commercials) will also entice me to watch.

Saturday Night we caught a thoroughly engrossing documentary about bulls.

Thus, Mom and Dad are discussing the healthy limits of my TV time.

Taps

It can be pretty tough to be one of my toys. A few of my favorites have gone on to their great reward. A rendition of taps, please, for all of my toys that must now Rest In Peace: Cow, Dog, Llama, Tennis Ball, Hedgehog.

These are my toys that have been rendered first aid or are presently on life support: Gator (eye injury and an open neck wound), Triangle (open fracture and relieved of most of the stuffing), Cow II (gaping head wound and a hornectomy), Frog (deep tissue injury).



Kong, however, is indestructible.

Cluny the Quilter

Mom and I worked on a quilt project together as a gift for Nana.

These are the things *Mom* contributed:

• Selected the pattern
• Selected the fabric
• Pieced the fabric
• Quilted the block
• Bound the block
• Mounted the block

These are the things *I* contributed:

• Inspiration
• Slept in the sewing studio
• Sunned myself in the sewing studio
• Slept in the sewing studio
• Chewed on my hoofy
• Slept in the sewing studio
• Kept Mom company

And here's Nana with her quilt.

Clunyisms

Here's a collection of things that have been overheard at my house recently ...

Dad and I were on the floor wrestling, playing with my toys, Elephant was the target of a violent head shake ... Dad was collateral damage ... 'He's beating me with the elephant ...'

Dad had finished mowing, Mum and I returned from our walk, we were all having a drink of water on the front porch when something interesting caught my eye ... 'Cluny just ate an ant ...'

Mummy is a helicopter parent, she is attempting to unclench, she left me in the back yard for a few minutes *alone* ... 'I need to warn you about the hole in the back yard...'

These things, I hear, *A LOT* ... 'No Cluny', 'Stop Cluny', 'Don't Cluny', 'Come Cluny', 'Where's Cluny?' Sometimes I think my name is Where's-Cluny ...