Yo. Blog readers. Elroy here for your reading entertainment today. The mops are busy rolling in the last of the snow piles that were left by Larry, the plow guy. All the other snow is GONE, but we still have a few dwindling piles on the sides of the driveway. So the mops dash out and roll on them. Even though it’s probably like rolling on a rock. Sometimes I don’t get them.
Otherwise, not a whole lot new here in the hood. LOTS of pheasants around, and the Boss put the scare to a bunch of them the other day. He went out the front door and took a beeline for them. Her Highness hadn’t checked before she opened the door. Yup – the head pheasant and his harem of six (yup six!) girls took to the skies. They make quite a racket when a big old mop comes charging at them. Needless to say, he didn’t catch any.
So check out this story about a dog who gets high. But thankfully not on drugs…
Why is it I can see the Imp doing something like that? I’m not so sure that’s a safe hobby. But then again, neither is ricocheting off humans….
So that’s it from here. But being the mellow guy that I am, I thought I’d close with this. As a little tribute to the dog in the story. Kind of a good mellow Monday tune. Enjoy.
Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.