We are going outside. We are going outside to visit the back porch. See Ellie waiting for us to come out! Oh! She has a new little friend.
Cindi let Moe go 3 times. He always came back - so sad, so sad. This time a cat got him, but Ellie the Hero Dog chased away Mean Mr. Naughty Cat. Moe is hurt, but getting better. He is thankful Ellie came to the rescue. Happy, gimpy bird!
Moe thinks he is a doghouse bird.
Mostly he is a hungry bird.
See the nasty butt. Tanners do not smoke. Is this the mystery? No! Chinese roofers smoke a lot.
Look! How lovely are the Aloe Vera blooms.
Here is Ellie’s dead monkey. Sad monkey. It is not a mystery who has killed the monkey. Ellie has been trying to tear his squeaker out. This is an innate canine urge called “must get the squeaker to justify my existence”.
Play dead, Ellie. Play dead, Moe.
Maybe Moe would like to gnaw on the bone Ellie has. Yummy bone.
Goofy things like this give a home “character”. Our house can out-character your house.
This is the mystery of the Back Porch Day.