It rained a little yesterday so Melly wouldn’t take me for a walk. I don’t get that. It seems like that is the perfect time for a walk. What could be better than the comforting caress of water rolling off your fur while you explore strange and potentially dangerous places? Nevertheless, she wouldn’t do it so I had to make my own fun.
Lately, the pond is my major form of entertainment. I don’t know why I thought it was better when it was full of irises. This is waaaay better. (Don’t tell Smelly I said that though or I’ll never hear the end of it.) And this week it got even better by the addition of 200 more goldfish! Eat your heart out, Dobby Winnick!
It’s kind of strange though because it seems like Smelly has put in lots of goldfish over the past couple of months and they keep disappearing. I hope they are not starving to death because I never see her feed them. The other day there was a great big bird, Melly called it a great blue heron, walking around the shallow parts of the pond but I think it was just dropping by to say hello.
The pond is even deep enough for me to get a good dive in. I thought I’d head down to where the goldfish were hanging out but when I got there they had all moved to the surface.
The great thing about the pond is that I can put my head and shoulders on the shallow shelf and let my back and hind legs extend out over the deeper part. This is absolutely ideal for rolling! I wonder if Melly knew that when she made it? Nah, I think the pond had that long before Melly even had a capybara living with her. She probably thought it was good for the irises. (It was!)
All at once I got scared! Something touched my foot and I don’t think it was a little fish! It could have been a monster!
What if one of those things is lurking in my pond? Did I mention how deep it is? Even a small one of those could be pretty scary!
Of course, Nessie is in the pond all the time and she would know if there is a pond monster in there, right? She’s not a big communicator though. And, come to think of it, it is just possible that she qualifies as a pond monster herself. You don’t think…nah, it couldn’t be. I mean, Nessie couldn’t be eating all those fish, could she?