Monday, June 20, 2011

My New Career as a Digger--by Gracie

My Uncle Buster has lately been spending hours telling me tales about the fabled Noah and his Clan of Diggers, down where they have to wear suction cups on their paws to avoid falling off the bottom of the planet.

I made up my mind that I WANT TO BECOME A DIGGER, just like Noah!

Uncle Buster described how he and Bailey learned the craft and spent many hours trying to tunnel to New South Wales! He was VERY proud of his work.

Just like the ANZAC Diggers of old, Uncle Buster and Bailey Blue trained day and night, focusing their energy, and dedicating their souls to the objective of reaching the Blue Mountains of the Antipodes!

With an appropriate sense of humility and dedication to the task at hand, I began my work!

Not bad, if I do say so myself!

Of course, I was caught red-handed by the feared Digger-Polizei! I promised I would NEVER confess!

The Digger Police lined me up against the Wall and asked me to say some last words.

Nice wall, don't 'cha think? It was actually constructed as a result of my recent training as a Digger!

It was my good fortune to escape before it became necessary to blather something like, "It is a far, far better thing that I do than I have ever done..."
But La Guillotine was not in my Karma.
I howled at the rabbit sitting in the front yard, and he returned a contemptuous stare.

Uncle Buster came to my rescue and escorted me inside.

We settled down for our evening Ear-Licking Ritual, and I dreamed of Australia.

Your faithful correspondent,


Digger, Second Class

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Critter Status--by Buster

Hey, blog-buddies--it's Buster, bringing you the latest news on my personal collection of wondrous critters!

Yes, you probably figured that I'm particularly FOND of critters. I chase them. I dream about them. I bark at them. And I have an awesome collection!

Here's my good buddy, Big-Bird! Back as usual to his favorite perch on the dock next door to my very own estate on The Pond in New Hampshire. Big Bird out-fishes everyone, and he likes to strut around and act, well, big !

Mr. Loon has returned.

No sign of Mrs. Loon--but no matter. He enjoys the solitary life. He's competing with Big-Bird to see who can empty The Pond of trout the fastest.

Then we have The Vile Rodent of Whom we Do Not Speak! I will follow him 'round the Norway Maelstrom and through Perdition's Gate...Oh, never mind!

Mr. Catbird is pleasant enough...

Perhaps with a garnish of whole-grain rice and the proper herbs.

You know, I love a parade!

I especially love a parade of fuzzy, goose-stepping little critters with nasal-sounding barks.

I love the spectator watching the parade!

Life is good.

Looks like my gosling friends are old enough to drink! Party time?

Well, that's all the critter-news for now.

I'll keep you posted!

Your friend,


Friday, June 3, 2011

Once More, to the Pond! -- by Gracie

This is where I came in!

Buster and Persephone and Bailey
adopted me last summer--
with the help of my human mom.

My first memories were of the magical
place they took me.

The Pond!

Now I'm back!

And it's as breathtakingly beautiful as I
remember it.

Mr. Loon was cruising about
in his customary spot to greet me.

The tadpoles scurried around...

Evening approached, and the wind died down.

Trout rose.

The vexatious water pump was connected,
and it worked.

Two adolescent bald eagles came to fish.

And I remembered being a puppy one year ago!

The trip back was pleasant, but I wanted to stay.

Next time...

Your friend,