DANTE: MORE OR LESS?

This is Dante more or less.  I tend to think more of Dante is always a good thing, but he doesn't necessarily agree.

Dante in full coat is a sight to behold.  He's definitely ready for winter.

"Yoo try luggin' around all dis fur!", exclaims Dante.  "I kin hardly wait 'til Spring."

WORDLESS WEDNESDAY WITH DANTE: PROFILE IN PULCHRITUDE!

THURSDAY IN THE GARDEN WITH DANTE: FALL IS ALL AROUND

Dante is out in the back yard doing his autumn inspection.  He likes to make note of all the changes as they occur.

"Heer I am on da patio wif leafs scattered all around me", says Dante.

"An' heer is my fafurite furtilizin' spot between the crabappull and mapull trees near da fence.  Sum of da leafs is yellow, sum is red and sum is brown."

"Dis is da sunset mapull tree.  It's verreh late turnin' colour dis yeer.  Yoo can see that it's still mostly green, but dere are definitely hints of red."

So, Dante thought he would shake things up, and help the mapull leaves to fall.

"Sumtimes yoo hasta help naychur along a liddle", says he.  "I'm gonna go an' check out da udder side of da yard now."



So Dante saunters over to "the other side".  He's too busy inspecting the grass to notice the beautiful red Manitoba maple behind him.

"Hmmm, grasses!  Dey is pretty tall and green still.  Dey do look tasty, I mus' say."

"Dey shur smell good, too!  Wait, is dat a bug I see?"

Dante is so bugged out he can't focus on anything else right now.

 Then finally, he starts to take a look around.

"Wow!", he says.  When yoo steps back an' reely takes a good look ...

... Fall is all around!!!"

We live in an area that backs on a wooded ravine, so not only do we get to enjoy the beauty of the trees in our own yard, but we get a full autumn panorama!  But, of course, no panorama is complete without Dante right smack dab in the middle.

WORDLESS WEDNESDAY WITH DANTE: 'TOCK IT TO YA!

EASY ON SUNDAY WITH DANTE: EASY ON THE EYES!

Dante's out on the back deck, just chillin'!  Of course, it's a little easier to chill now that the weather is so much cooler. 

One thing for sure, Dante is always 'easy on the eyes', so looking at him shouldn't be too difficult.   Let's take a close look at the big guy -- all 21 lbs. of him.  Like New Orleans, Dante is just one "Big Easy".   So relax and enjoy!

Dante says "Has a good Sunday, effuryone!"

WORDLESS WEDNESDAY WITH DANTE: IN THE AUTUMN SUN

THURSDAY IN THE GARDEN WITH DANTE: SPACE INVADERS

Today is more drama than garden, but it takes place in the front garden nonetheless.  The changes in the garden are a backdrop to the developing suspense.

The colder nights have nipped the impatience in their pots and the leaves are drooping, though the flowers themselves are doing their best to stay upright and in bloom.

There is evidence of fall everywhere in the yellow and brown leaves strewn about the front lawn and onto the walkway.  The grass isn't as green and lush anymore.

And so, we find Dante -- positioned beside the now-empty container of squirrel food.  Mama had filled the container at least three-quarters of the way full, but one of the little black beasties decided to climb into it and spilled the entire contents onto the grass and the walkway.

Dante immediately hustled over to sniff out the remaining evidence of alien invasion.  He stuck his own nose in the dish and breathed in every inch of squirrelly essence.

And then suddenly, it appears as if by magic, only to find the Guardian of the Garden guarding the goodies!

"Maybe if I look de udder way he'll disappear!" thinks the squirrel, ever-hopefully.

Dante seems to be thinking the very same thing.

But no!  A quick check back confirms the squirrel's deepest fears.

Then, they both hunker down for a face-off, but neither will concede a millimeter!

In another instant, the squirrel just dashes away, as Dante stares after him.

"He sure is fast!", remarks Dante.

And in yet another instant, the wily little creature appears on the opposite side.  He has circled completely around, hoping to catch The Guardian off-guard.

But Dante's ready for him this time.  Did the silly squirrel really think he'd just disappear from his own garden?   "This is MY SPACE!", declares Dante in no uncertain terms, as the squirrel dashes off.

Dante follows him and repositions himself at the bottom of the tree.

"I see yoo up dere!", he shouts.

"And dis is MY SPACE!" the squirrel retorts.

"I guess dat's fair", admits Dante, as the two amicably arrive at a Peace TREEty!

And they both lived happily eFUR after...

... but only in your dreams!