My motto is “Pouffy Every Day.” But I don’t really see anything to get pouffy about here. Nothing ever changes. Same stupid un-swimming pool with falling-apart straw steps.
Nothing new in the aviary.
Same old freeloading mallards on the roof.
There’s always a bunch of spare equipment laying around. Behind me is my old swimming pool filter.
Wait a minute. This is interesting. Water is coming out of my tin-can pool. There are two siphons going, on the far side.
OMG! I’m trapped on the deck! And somebody is out there shoving my old straw steps around!
While I was busy eating corn, the table and concrete steps inside my ugly little pool got moved!
Sam and his friends have made a mountain on my bathroom floor!
While I’m stuck on the deck, Stacy is teasing me. I’m not going in there, that’s COLD water!
YES! They have gone to lunch! I’m checking this out!
Dang, it’s gravel. I was hoping for potatoes.
This is the scene of the crime: where my steps used to be. I hate that tin-can pool, but I do like standing on the steps. It gets Stacy so excited!
And here are the steps. Oh, a little bit of blue plastic twine to eat! Yum!
You know, these smell funky. I think they were at the bottom of my pool. But now they’re out! This could be a good omen!
I think I can get pouffy about that! Well, that and this MUD!
[Originally published February 2, 2013]