Beware of Low Flying Turf

When I was still quite a young puppy, my bipeds decided that they needed to replace the fence at the back. The garden had a farmer’s field behind it and the fence was quite old and weak. They seemed to think it was important to have a big, strong fence before I became big and strong. I can’t quite see the connection!

It meant that I didn’t get into the garden as much as usual, while the men were working. I found it very entertaining when I did get outside and see what was going on. The men had made loads of holes all the way along the back – I was stopped each time I started to dig!

Then they made lots of noise digging up a patch of concrete. They took all the concrete away, but they had made a huge and very muddy hole. It would have taken me weeks and weeks to make something that impressive! I wasn’t a bit surprised when they had to fill it back in with new earth, because my bipeds always filled in the holes that I made.

The men put posts in the smaller holes that they’d made in a line and then the new fence went up. My bipeds seemed really pleased about that. We still had a big patch of bare earth in the garden and I was hoping to get to dig in the new, softer earth. They had other plans though.

A big pile of grass arrived. It was rolled up with its dirt like lots of mini-carpets. The men spent ages unrolling each one and arranging them on the bare earth. They joined it all up with the existing lawn. Then they took their time flattening it all down with a roller.

When everything was finished, I went outside with my bipeds and we had a look around at all the work that had been done. The new turf had some interesting smells, but I couldn’t investigate properly as I was kept on my lead. They seemed to think that I needed to be on my lead for a few days and we only played on the old grass.

Then I was taken outside without a lead on. We played on the old grass and I made no attempt to go on the new turf – until my biped went to the shed for something! I took the opportunity to go and sniff the new grass. I got hold of a corner of one of the pieces and I lifted it. I decided to check the quality by giving it a good shake – it came apart! I pulled up another and the same thing happened. I decided to try a different game. I discovered that if I gave a sharp flick and let go, I could send the turf flying. This was such fun!

It flew better than a frisbee!

I wasn’t allowed to play for long and the next time I went outside, on my lead, the new grass was all flat again. I was kept on my lead and not allowed a moment to myself for weeks. They said something about me being capable of causing chaos in just an instant – they must have been really impressed!

Then one evening I heard the male biped say that he thought the new turf was all bedded in now – whatever that means! The next day I wasn’t on my lead in the garden, but I didn’t get a moment alone. For a few days they watched me very carefully and all I did was have a little sniff at the edge of the new grass.

Then one day I saw that my bipeds were busy doing something, so I decided to have a better look at the new grass. I discovered that most of the edges had disappeared, but I found a corner and tugged. It was much harder to pull it up than it had been, but I was bigger and stronger and quite determined. I flicked it and let go and it flew quite a distance. I did this with a few more and then one flew so well that it hit the fence with a thud. And that was the end of my game! My bipeds took me indoors. They seemed really serious, but later, as I drifted off to sleep, I heard them having a really good laugh about flying turf.

No animals were harmed in the making of this tale, but I’d prefer not to comment on the turf!

See you next Wednesday!