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!

A frisbee

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!

Creating the Perfect Water Feature

This should have been so simple! Unfortunately, my bipeds’ ideas of a perfect water feature were very different from mine. The bipeds got a very large barrel that had been cut into two halves. They set the two halves in the garden and made sure they were standing level and filled them with water. This was all that was necessary, we now had two large drinking bowls outside – perfection!

But they hadn’t finished. They had a whole load of plants and some pots with holes in. They put the plants in the pots and arranged the pots inside the barrels. They also had some floating plants. It took them ages to do and when they’d finished, this was their idea of perfection!

How do I get to the water?

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Gardening Part 2 – Barking up the Right Tree

If you’ve read “Gardening Part 1 – Digging my way to Oz” , you’ll remember that I have green paws! I told you all about the work I was doing on the grass area called a lawn and how my bipeds were so impressed they said it was becoming a rabbit warren.

It wasn’t many days after that, when the bipeds started some work of their own in the garden. They moved some plants – I discovered why it had been a failure when I’d moved them. It seems you have to make the new hole for them and pop them in it, plants are totally helpless! Then my bipeds did some digging and moved earth away – they didn’t let me help with any of this. I was surprised to see that the hole was deeper than any that I had dug, but it was a very boring shape. Then they made some sort of edging which was raised up a little. I heard them say it should keep the bark inside the area. That made no sense at all, I can bark louder than a lot of dogs and I was fairly sure that even if I stood inside this area the dogs at the other end of the street would still be able to hear me.

They brought out some big bags that they said contained bark. I was curious to see what barks looked like as I’d only heard them. I soon discovered they were talking about pieces of the rough skin from trees! Apparently bipeds use it in the garden to stop weeds. They put all this bark into the area they’d been digging. The male biped spread it out so that it was quite flat. Just when I thought he was going to fetch his big spirit level to check it, I heard the female say, “That’ll do, it’s flat enough!” I wasn’t particularly impressed with the results of their work, my efforts were always much more artistic.

Bark chippings

They then started to do some really strange things. I don’t often see my bipeds down on their hands and knees and, I must say, it is usually quite entertaining when they are. They started scratching at the bark with their hands and saying what fun it was. I was glad that they were having a laugh and I was enjoying watching them playing. I settled myself down comfortably to see what they would do next.

They stopped and had a little chat and then they went and fetched some of my toys and some treats. They started playing with my toys, but I was having so much fun just watching them playing that I didn’t join in. Then they started scattering treats around, so I decided that now they really did need my help! When I had cleared up what they had scattered, one of them started burying treats and then digging them back up. I decided to show them that I could get the treats back up much more efficiently than they could. This made them laugh! They kept burying treats to see how fast I could get to them. We had a wonderful time playing in the bark.

I really liked this bark area and worked on making it a little more artistic every day. If I ever started to dig anywhere else in the garden, one of my bipeds would take me across to my special place with one of my outdoor toys and we’d have a game. Sometimes I’d find a few treats had been left there. The bipeds were always so thrilled when I continued my improvements to this area that I didn’t have time to continue with my work on the rabbit warren in the lawn. This bark area became my special place in the garden – so special that I named it Clowie’s Corner.

I was a little bit sorry to leave it behind when we moved to Spain. I am happy to say that I have since discovered a new place special enough to be named Clowie’s Corner, but I’ll tell you about that another week.

See you next Wednesday!

Gardening Part 1 – Digging my way to Oz

I really enjoy a spot of gardening. I started as a fairly young puppy. I pulled up a few small plants and placed them where they would look better. This wasn’t entirely successful, the bipeds kept stopping me and putting the plants back where they had been. And the plants often died! I thought that perhaps the plants were too small to be moved and, as I grew bigger and stronger, I moved onto larger plants – the bipeds call them shrubs.

These plants called shrubs were much harder to move, but it was a really satisfying feeling when, after a few minutes of tugging and shaking, the roots pulled out of the ground. They also made a lot more impact than the smaller plants when I placed them carefully in the spot I had planned for them.

I also enjoyed digging artistic holes in what they call the flowerbeds. The only problem was that they hardly left me alone for a moment in the garden and they always stopped me from digging and moving plants. They eventually convinced me that they had the flowerbeds the way they like them and that I shouldn’t dig in them or move the plants. This didn’t really leave me much scope for my talents. It’s so hard to be creative, there are always obstacles to overcome. I considered my options and turned my attention to the lawn.

Digging in the lawn

A very small hole in the lawn

I was glad I was now bigger and stronger because the ground was much harder in the lawn than in the flowerbeds. I found that if I scraped away a little grass I could get my paws into the ground and make a hole. One of the bipeds appeared and distracted me with a toy. A little while later when I remembered that I had been busy, I discovered that my work had been undone. It had been filled in and smoothed over. Luckily, it was only the work of a moment to restore it, as the ground was much softer than it had been before. I enlarged it a little and moved on to create another.

Every time the bipeds saw me doing my work, they would distract me. It was really nice that they wanted to play games with me, but progress on my project wasn’t as fast as I would have liked. I was quite pleased with the overall effect, even though a mysterious creature kept filling in my work when I wasn’t looking. I was a little puzzled by the bipeds stopping me so often – I almost began to wonder if they didn’t like the results, but that just couldn’t be!

One evening soon after that, I was comfortably dozing when I heard them mention my name. They were talking about my digging. I heard one of them say I was very determined to do it and that I’d turned the lawn into a rabbit warren – praise indeed! I was thrilled that they liked it so much and I dozed off again, dreaming of how it would look when I’d finished it.

As it happens, I never did complete that project and the lawn returned to its boring state. This was because I moved onto something even more exciting  – but I’ll tell you about that another time.

See you next Wednesday!

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