We've been spending a fair amount of time in the yard this spring and early summer: getting the vegetable garden in, planting a few flowers here and there, and mostly working on a six foot privacy fence so that Juno can finally have run of the place.
Unfortunately, with no fence and with J-Dog's general curiosity and desire to get involved in EVERY project (she is a working breed, afterall), we have to tie her up when we're outside. This leads to total frustration for her. All she wants is to be part of the action: right next to us sniffing every tool and implement we're using.
Just so she wouldn't be left out, on a recent solo afternoon in the backyard, she dug herself a monstrous hole.
I thought she wanted to find out what China smelled like.
We had a half flat of various plants that we were trying to find a spot for in our yard. They sat in the shade of the eaves for a few days... until Juno found them. In the days following her hole digging, we'd find our little plants and their black plastic containers strewn about the yard as if a tiny tornado had ripped them up and apart and flung them across the grass. At first, Juno's destructive path didn't bother us -- it was just the broccoli that we'd over-ordered. But before we could access the brain cells required to make the decision to move the plants out of her reach, she grabbed a succulent looking one with small pink buds that we'd intended to plant near the house.
We found this plant deep in the soil at the bottom of her hole.
Turns out, she was just trying to help us out in the garden all along. SOMEONE had to get those plants in the ground!
Needless to say, she was quite please with her work... and deserving of a break in the shade.
A gardener in repose.
