One of the favorite pastimes when what could pass for summer (at least in Colorado) arrives is hanging out in the backyard. Hubby and I putz around with the flowers or vegetable garden while the dogs wander, amusing themselves with whatever comes along.
Gardening is a bit haphazard. If it grows and thrives, it gets to stay. If it doesn’t, out it comes and something else gets planted … usually to the sound of hubby whining and moaning about digging yet another hole. These days, I take him along when plant shopping. That way I can say, “Hey, you were there when we bought the thing … you knew it needed a hole dug!” Luckily for me, hubby got the gardening gene from his Mom and, despite his protestations, continues to dig holes. Probably because something is always dying around here. Winters in Colorado can be brutal on the plants.
No matter what we’re doing, the dogs are smack-dab in the middle of it. And, honestly, we wouldn’t have it any other way. Curious to a fault, they have to inspect every item and then observe exactly what we’re doing with that item. Sometimes offering to help … like digging a hole or harvesting lettuce in the garden.
Foster dogs are included in the activities. If a male, it generally ends up being a pissing contest around the yard. I keep threatening to fence off the bark area from the grassy area to (1) keep the dogs from fence fighting with the neighbors’ dogs and (2) to keep the dogs away from the plants. Just another thing to add to the list of projects. And have you priced decorative fencing lately?!??!?! With 260 feet needed, it’s going to be a while before that project even gets started.