Jolly Time

Whewwwwww-Wheeeeeeeeee Dawgs! This weekend sure was a scorcher in my part of the world! I don't know about you, but I sure am missin' those cold northern winds and the icy cold of frozen grass on my undercarriage. Even as a pup, the snow and cold never kept me from enjoyin' the great outdoors.

This picture is from my "Got Snow?" campaign. Just lookin' at it cools your sun beaten brow, now doesn't it?



Ya know, when the mercury starts hittin' that 90 degree mark, my love of nature battles with my love of air conditioning. For safety's sake, I keep my surveillance duties to a minimum. As it is the stampede of bugs invading our home who are also trying to find relief from the blazin' sun have kept me entertained and busy. I must admit, they do not offer the satisfaction of a groundhog but they will suffice till the temperature drops to a more reasonable level. To that note I will add that the times I have been out on a search and destroy mission have not been very successful. I believe the groundhog community is also suffering from heat exhaustion and are confining themselves to their naturally air conditioned caverns.


As any of you who have been following my life happenings know, I have a love of corn, and the corn fields surrounding my humble abode offer the pleasure of a 24/7 corn buffet. In this picture from last fall, you can plainly see my joy as I gorge myself like a pig in well, you know.....................



.............uh, mud! Yeah, that's it, mud. Anyway, not to brag but I can clean a corn cob off in a very short time but am not always meticulous about makin' sure I get every last kernel. I mean, why should I waste time with bits and bites when I can easily go back for another full cob? And I do. Time after time. Day after day. Couple that with the fact that Mom and her shovel are more concerned about removing the mini-me's from the grass than they are about getting every undigested kernal. After awhile the yard begins to yellow with the abundance of leftover golden snack size kernels.

This Saturday started out much like any other. Breakfast. Watchin' Mom as she rids the carpet of my fine brown locks. Eatin' a bug. Stealin' a flip-flop. Paper shredding. You know, stuff a dog does to kill time while watching 2 leggers work their butts off. And just watchin' their activity will tire a dog out. So, as the sun climbed high into the sky Saturday, I decided that I needed some fresh air and sprawled out under one of the large maple trees in our back yard. Their tent-like covering offered some relief from the blazin' heat. My eyelids became heavy. I decided to go with it and refresh myself with an afternoon snooze.



I began to dream of Truffles and I workin' in the kitchen, laughin' together as we skewered chunks of groundhog meat. I then grilled the kabobs while she used her culinary skills to create a heavenly gravy in which we drowned our perfectly sizzled meat. My dream was progressing to the point of havin' a gravy filled Truffles for dessert, but was abruptly changed as my ears alerted me to the sound of distant fireworks. As they became louder and clearer I began to awaken and realize that the sounds were real and not a part of my dream. As I yawned and rubbed my paws across my eyes to bring me back to reality, I began to focus on the scene in front of me.



To my amazement, the intense heat of the sun had burst my leavin's and had the surrounding area alive and popping. White puffs of light fluffy goodness covered the green grass marking the territories that I had previously navigated. As I observed the popped kernels, it came to mind that this must be what Orville Redenbacher's yard must look like.





That's when I saw Mom step outside.

Chester's Mom: What in the world? This yard looks like the lobby of the movie theatre after a Hannah Montana Film Fest. Got something to tell me?

Chester: Maybe if you woulda used that sweeper thingy to suck up all my corn leavin's this wouldn't have happened.

Chester's Mom: That "sweeper thingy" is not meant for sucking corn out of the grass. It is for indoor use only.

Chester: Well, then. If you don't like the looks of this, I guess you're gonna have to start pickin' up all my leftover kernels by hand.

Chester's Mom: I don't think so!!!

Chester: Then I guess you better go get the salt shaker and melt some butter. It's Jolly Time!



Happy Monday! Hope there's a jolly week in store for all of you!
Chester :0=)