What ya watchin? A squirrel digging in Mama’s flower bed. He has to be pretty brave to come up so close to the house with the two of us living here. Nah. He’s behind the fence and knows that we can’t get him. By the way, why is there a fence around the two flower beds anyway? Well………..its a long story. I’m all ears.
When I came to live with Mama there were not the flower beds that are here now. There wasn’t grass in the backyard, but some kind of green stuff Mama called “ground cover”. They were starting to plant things. Mama was planting a rose bush behind the house by the chimney. She was having a hard time digging in this yucky ground so I came over and offered to help her. And she let me. I dug a hole and she put on the rose bush. She filled in the hole with dirt around the rose bush, patted it down and then watered it.
She was very pleased with her accomplishment and started looking around to figure out where to put the next one. I thought she wanted to plant that rose bush someplace else, so in an effort to help, I dug it back up. Wrong thing to do. Mama yelled at me and put me in the house. She replanted the rose bush and some other things in various flower beds. When she came inside she gave me a stern warning that I was not to dig in the flower beds.
So I found other places to dig. I went behind one of the green bushes and dug a hole. It wasn’t so big, but it was getting pretty deep. I made sure I dug in places where she would not see me. Or, at least that is what I thought. The give away was when I came in from the back yard with muddy feet.
We had a constant battle over my digging. Then Mama decided that I might not get into as much trouble if I had someone to play with when Mama was gone. She and Kelly looked through the available dogs on the GALT website. Mama decided that since I was fawn colored that a black sister would look good with me. She found one and made an appointment for us to go meet her. However, a terrible rainstorm hit the area, and since we would have to drive to the other side of Dallas, Mama called to reschedule. That was when the lady told her they had decided they didn’t want to let the foster go; they were going to adopt her.
OK – back to the drawing board. Kelly called and asked Mama to look at the GALT page again and look at Mayflower. Mama called and made an appointment for us to go into Dallas to meet Mayflower. It was love at first sight for all three of us. A week later Mayflower became my sister and moved in with us.
Mama thought that would solve the problem. However,instead she now had two greyhounds who like to dig. We were really pretty good at hiding our preferred spots, especially during the winter. But when spring ca started to clean out flower beds, putting down new much and adding plants, our secrets were out.
(Mayflower digging in one of the gardens and getting caught)
That did it. She made a fence of bamboo to go around the gardens, but that really didn’t look too good and didn’t hold up too well. Then she and Harve went to a place called Hobby Lobby and came across some very pretty fence panels. She was now on a mission. They bought what they thought they would need and fenced in one flower garden. They needed a little more so she went to another Hobby Lobby and found the additional fencing.
That is how we got the fencing in the backyard and why we can’t get to the squirrel that is digging in one of them.
Well – that is a long story. There should be something we can do besides sit and stare at him. I was standing on the patio one day and he was on the tall wooden fence across from me just chattering at me. Of course, he is in the part that was fenced in.
Later that they both went outside before going to bed. Both made a bee-line for the backyard. They thought they saw or heard something, but whatever it was it got away. Gigi came back in the house with her head hanging, looking dejected. However, Jiffy spotted the bugs that the light on the patio was attracting and she tried to see just how many she could catch.
Come on Gigi, help me catch bugs. Nah – that’s no fun, plus they don’t taste that good.
Squirrell 1, greyhounds 0.