Now I'm wagging worried too. Bout my trees. When I returned from Puppy Play School I wagged my wig over to my little local park. You know the one. Not the Royal one.
This one. Where I chase birdies away for Mommy. Look how far away she was to take this photie of me chasing 'em. He,he,he!!
Where little me runs. In ginormous green spaces. And wanders in the wooded areas.
When I walked into the park this week it looked like this. A carpet of leaves.
I hear you barking "So what Eric, autumn drifted in early?" Nope. No sirree. No dogee. It hasn't. These Horse Chestnut Trees are dying. Diseased. Every one.
This woody avenue of Horse Chestnut Trees in my little park . . .
looked like this in the Spring. Blooming bootiful ...
.....now looks like this. Sick. Bad. Poorly trees. Oh. Boo. Hoo. They are mine 'n Mommy's most favourest favourite of trees.
Mini 2 leggededs love these trees too. Collect their conkers in autumn for games. Mommy always collects a handful too, crazy over them. The disease is spreading fast across all Horse Chestnut Trees. Weak from 3 winters without water, now they've got an unknown bacteria.Maybe from the "Him A Layas". A bleeding canker which seeps into the trees, damaging both branches and trunk. Branches fall off. Finally the tree might topple over. Yikees. In Britain 49% of the consevative estimated total of TWO MILLION Chestnut Trees are sickly. That's a blogging big old number. Thousands and thousands plus tons and tons more. Remember the Chestnut Trees in my Royal Bushy Park? Can't bear to show you how sad those ones look now.
But here's one tree last Spring providing shelter for the dear little deer. The dear little deer eat the conkers from the trees in autumn. They'll be hungry soon. Sniff. Sniff.
Mile upon mile of Chestnut Trees, line the avenues of my Royal Park. All hundreds and hundreds of years old. And nobloggie knows know how to stop or cure their disease. Some say it's caused by Global Warming. They've already cut down enormously huge branches from the trees in my little park. Just as well. Don't want a tree to fall on my noddle. Dog-a-blogging dangerous. And Chestnut Trees are ALL OVER. Lining the main roads. Lines of them growing up and down my local streets. In private and public gardens. Churchyards. Commemorative places. Every which way we go. Every which where I look. I see them. All poorly. Where I wig my wag, in the south east, 75% of the Chestnut Trees are affected. Waaaaaaaaah. That's Sad. AAAAAhhhhhh. Scary too. Dogs. Kitties. Hammies.What will I do? Apart from don a safety helmet for protection. Maybe some body armour too. This means .....
No trees for playing sticks....
No bark for larking....
No Chestnut trees for their most impawtent use. Leaving pee mail.
When you go out today. Hug your favourite tree. Give him a Play Bow. Yap how much you like him. His shelter. His sticks. For everything. Be woofing grateful for his wonderfulness. And leave an extra big pee mail. Yep, I'm a Sad Square Dog. Dog-a-blogging-sobbing. Must be a Global Warning. Bout Global Warming. How's it affecting your world? I wonder.