I love spring. I love kneeling in the sun and digging in the warm soil. I love planting flowers. Oh how I love those flowers.
We have a pug who loves the very same things as I do.
Only we call him the Pug of Doom. Because with him around, those flowers don’t stand a chance. It’s not that he has a black thumb (if dogs had thumbs), rather that everything he…erm…“touches” will soon wilt and die. We’ve tried everything. We planted hardier flowers. They succumbed within weeks. We put up a cute little wire fence to protect them. The Pug of Doom hopped right over it. But now…yes, now (insert evil laugh), we think we’ve finally outsmarted him.
As you can see from the pictures, we decided to build some planter boxes out of concrete
stepping stones, carefully measuring to make sure the flowers would be higher than he could reach. And it seems we may have succeeded. We think. Except, you can almost see the wheels in his head turning. Can I reach them from here?
How about here? What was that formula for trajectory anyway? Must go do some calculations.
I’ll let you know who wins this latest battle. But for now, the flowers appear safe, sound, and happy. All is right with the world.
Did I mention that I love spring? I do!
Do you have any pets? If so, do you ever have to outsmart them?