Showing posts with label jumbonetree. Show all posts
Showing posts with label jumbonetree. Show all posts

Saturday, 15 May 2010

Earthing up

Being a Smart Collie it occurred to me earlier as ST was working in the garden that there's a dynamite joke in the pipeline! I shall explain...
I buried a jumbone in the garden a while back and it started growing. Yes. I thought about checking the Internet for advice on what I should do next to make sure of a good, plentiful crop but then ST's been out there a couple of times a week doing what he calls 'earthing up' of his 'potatoes'! Hilarious! You know what the joke is, right? Yeah, it's: "wait until he UNEARTHS the truth"! *Rofl*
Potatoes! He thinks my Jumbone Trees are Red Dukes or some such! *Wipes tears from eyes*
I can hardly type for laughing! *Bangs paw on desk twice*
I must compose myself or ST'll hear and wonder what's making me laugh so much...*Takes a deep breath and looks out over the garden*

Wednesday, 21 April 2010

Scriptwriting

I cannot blog for long this evening because I'm having to write a script for a TV series.
I'm going to be the star of the show. It will be mainly about me (bien sur) and there'll be bits and pieces about some other dogs I know and their owners. I know some real characters so it'll be hilarious.
Oh, before I go back to the script though, I have to tell you that the jumbone I buried last month is growing! Very exciting. There are 5 shoots and I've noticed that ST thinks they're potatoes - boy is he in for a shock!? I should include this in my script...

Saturday, 14 March 2009

Jumbone tree

I sneaked out earlier and buried half a jumbone in the garden. I'd say in about 3-4 weeks I'll see the first shoots on my snack tree. Prime location in the garden too, just next to where I tried to hide the hurdle FP deluded herself into thinking she could train me to jump about 2 years ago. Do I look like a horse?
I wasn't feeling great this morning and had to leave my breakfast until got home from my walk. I was starving by the time we met Spike and he kept asking if I was okay, although I could have been hallucinating as,of course, Spike is a dog and cannot he talk.