Well, it's a whole new year here at Bellemaison. I was out walking in the garden this morning and the Chows were full of things to talk about. For instance, Lent: we are so happy that freaking Lent is over. How much reflection and repentance can The Chow Nation stand?! The beautiful garden gate that Sylvie chewed in February: Grandma it was a whole miscommunication; I had no idea you wanted to save that; it was when the cable was out and I couldn't watch Oprah and I was really bored; besides I repented during Lent; besides, Cliffie will fix it now, today. The hydrangeas: geez, you are going to have to call it the hydrangea forest this year; you are going to do a super hard prune, right? The 3000 tulip bulbs I planted last fall: so. Grandma. Those tulips. Where are they you say? We don't know; we're trying find out. But remember even though you haven't seen one tulip, tulip bulbs are highly toxic and detrimental to the health of the Chow Nation; if we had eaten them, we wouldn't have made it through Lent. Easter: even though you were out of town, leaving us home alone, you wouldn't think you would forget the new year's tennis balls. geez, grandma. Shh, shh, shh, shh, on tiptoes, super quiet now: here's a mother duck nesting on 12 beautiful eggs.; isn't she beautiful, Grandma? You can barely see her in her nest...we have her on around the clock surveillance in case those freaking racoons spot her. But if the crows come, we're counting on you to get out the air rifle.


Those darn Chows are Easter Chows and alleluia is their song.



JBelle
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