Cheri Chatter

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Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Geez . . .

So with the hosta garden organized, I decided to put my garden clothes into the washing machine to soak out the ground-in dirt.  They were a mess.  I settled back on the couch to rest a bit, but within a few minutes I began hearing an intermittent banging that got alarmingly louder and louder.

Occasionally, my washing machine gets an unbalanced load which sets up a terrible racket.  This time it sounded like the machine was bouncing across the laundry room floor and about to tear itself apart.  I raced to the kitchen only to find that the noise wasn't coming from the basement at all; it was coming from outside the house.  I looked out the window, and there was Bosca . . . dismantling the downspout.  Bless her little, pea-pickin' heart.

As you can see, she's quite proud of her work.  Bosca's job in life, apparently, is to rid the world of woosels (her word for any four-legged, furry varmint known to you and I as a squirrel, chipmunk, rabbit, vole, mole, etc. ).  Woosels take their lives in their paws just entering our backyard.  I don't even dare say the word around her lest she get that crazed, serial murderer look in her eyes.

But I do have some fabric picked out for her with woosels on it that I just know she will love as a bandanna when her birthday rolls around this fall!

1 comment:

One Minnesota Quilter said...

lol I thought you were going to say she dug up all of your hostas! I had a dog once that would have done that and then took a nap in the freshly dug "bed". :)