The Gardenia Bush!

This morning, it was so nice when Kinky called, and he didn’t complain about the Eternal Squirrel once! In fact, he raved about how much he liked it, and how glad he was to have it! That made my morning, because around here, everyone knows—if Kinky ain’t happy—no one is happy.

My day, was uneventful, and I spent most of it catching up on some much needed, but boring paperwork. John ended up going home early today, because he is coming down with a cold, I hope—and not the flu. Carol showed up a little before noon, and she spent most of her time working with the Ghost Dog, because he might be getting adopted soon. I have my fingers crossed for him. And, by the way, we are calling him Buddy now.

Around five o’clock, I went over to the Lodge to see Kinky. We sat outside, near the Friedman Family Bone Orchard and had a nice visit, until I caught Brownie, one of the Friedmans, lifting his leg on the Gardenia Bush—to water it! “Kinky, look at what Brownie is doing!”

“No Brownie.” Kinky said gently. “Bad dog. Stop it.”

Brownie paid him no attention, and when he was finished with the project that he was working on, he walked away, as if nothing had happened—which made Kinky and me laugh. Then Mr. Magoo ran over to us carrying in his mouth— one long green amputated leg from his new, stuffed toy octopus. We laughed even harder. Then I came home, so I could watch the Westminster Dog Show with Tony!