Another almost week has just whizzed by and I was off to do a bit of gardening...
Master Craig and Mistress Liz together with two young slaves from their Church (well, Master Craig certainly let them do a lot of work in the garden last Sunday) made a new flower bed in the garden. It's not a bad job - Master Craig managed to get all the clippings and weeds etc. that he cut down almost 2 years ago and left lying on the patio into the bed (a bit lumpy though) - the rubbish was there that long that it even stained the pavers - it takes a lot to get Master Craig motivated.
Anyway, it's created 2 places for me to sit now - to date I've stayed off the new plants - I'm saving them for a nice hot day.
Master Craig has started up what appears to be quite a hopeless venture of cataloguing the programming of various "pop stars" on a local non-commercial television show called "Rage". He's only done a couple of Australian acts - Nick Cave and Custard. He's missed people like Smashing Pumpkins, the lead singer from the Go-Betweens and Presidents of the USA (Master Craig refers to them as "POTUSA" or "potuser") to name but a few. Who is going to be interested, I don't know.
We haven't managed to escape recently - not because I can't but because the weather has heated up and I find it quite relaxing slumbering in the sun.
Ellie has been muttering something about the mice. As you'd know she sleeps in the garage at night. The garage is infested with mice. Master Craig actually was spurred into action against them the other day when he found that the mice had eaten all his grass seed that he bought last year. Well, everything was moved - bits of wood, bits of tin, gardening tools - the whole lot (you must realise that Master Craig is a bit of a hoarder so that the garage is really a treasure trove of things we'll never use). Anyway, he moved all the stuff and all he came up with was one dessicated mouse. In line with Master Craig's interests, he hasn't put back any of the material - but prefers to abseil to get to the gardening tools etc.
Back to Ellie, I keep finding her food under a small bookcase in the garage - it's obvious that the mice are doing night raids and either Ellie is just sleeping through, she's encouraging them or she may even be scared of the little buggers. I keep looking for them but they keep hiding on me - I caught the stupid ones awhile back so we're left with the craftier ones.
I'm going to see if I can be substituted for Ellie one night in the garage - that'll give the little blighters a good fright - to find Roger Keendog on guard.
I'm trying to rig up one of Master Craig's old gardening hats with a small spotlight so that when they come out I can shine it on them and say "Do you feel lucky, Mickey? Well, do ya?" - I've been reading Master Craig's frog page which talks about how frogs can be hypnotised by a bright light.
Anyway, I'd also decided that the hat needed some added tools - so I'm going to equip it with some beer cans with little pipes that I can drink from.
I was also thinking about putting a place for dip and chips, but the movement in my fore-legs is not what it once was and I don't want to confront the mice covered in bits of Smoked Salmon dip and chips.
An artist would render it thus:
I think that that will give the mice a bit of a fright.
Well, to the mail:
"Roger and Ellie,Lots of news. We have a new addition to our family. Like yours, it is a baby boy. His name is Eric. He belongs to my mistress' brother. Little Eric came over the other night. He was sixteen days old. And boy could he cry when he is hungry. One thing I could not understand is why he is not trained to use the yard or the litter box. I could even use the yard at 16 days old. Shows that dogs are superior.
And I also wanted to say that we now have a new browser that allows us to hear your sounds. I think that you sound great! My mistress is working on my home page. The other night she was looking at different animations. I can't understand why the home page is not finished. She keeps telling me she has to work and she is tired at night. I must start my own protest if things don't speed up around here.
Samantha."
Funny thing, Samantha, Master Craig has nicknamed Young Elliot "Eric" - in line with his tidying habits, Master Craig also considers 3 syllables a bit of a strain, when you can shorten a name to 2. I suggested that he call him "Out Ellie", but he said that we'd still be stuck with 3 syllables - I don't think he knew that it was going to be another one of my little tricks on Ellie dog.
Take me to the next diary entry or show me the complete calendar!
I'd be very happy if you'd sign Master Craig's visitors' book before you leave (he won't create one for me).
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