Today as I was working in the garden, I thought my almost year old miniature Dachshund would like to come out and spend some time in the garden with her mama. That was a very bad mistake.
Mad Dog (also known as Maggie) came outside and was very busy exploring the surrounding area. Mad Dog decided to see what I was doing and before I knew it, she had turned over the remaining tomatoes in the flat. That flat had each of the transplants labeled and now it is Mad Dog's guessing game.
Mad Dog got her name over the months she has lived in our house. When she came to our home from Burnside, Kentucky she weighed a mighty four pounds and was half as long as she is now. When she joined Beanie and Jimmie she kept them moving and grooving. She would lay with Beanie on his pillow and kiss his muzzle. He begrudgingly started to like the young upstart.
Jimmie finally had a playmate. She would play tug of war and chase him through the house at break neck speeds. If you are in their way, you better watch out. They will run you down.
It has not been all one sided on the learning curve. Jimmie and Beanie introduced Mad Dog to their favorite food, sauteed squash with garlic. They also taught Mad Dog to bark at anything that moved. She is the first to bark and the last to stop.
I will have to make Mad Dog and the boys sauteed squash from the garden for her upcoming birthday on the 23rd, but I am pretty sure my plants won't be big enough. The reason I won't have anything out of my garden yet is that I spent a goodly part of tax season sick with an intestinal parasite. I thought I was going to have to die to feel better. Instead, it made my foray to the garden late.
Squash is coming dogs, just be patient.
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