I figured that once the garden was planted, Milo wouldn’t be all that interested in it. And anyway, he has to jump up to get into it—pipsqueak that he is. So I blithely planted the rest of the plants and sowed lettuce, carrot and radish seeds. It turns out that Milo doesn’t have to jump to grab those little plastic stakes that identify what’s growing there. At once it’s there, and the next thing you know, it’s gone. And there I am chasing the white streak around the yard to retrieve the damned thing before he eats it. He does love to be chased as does any self-respecting dog. Given my response to his mucking around in the dirt, he forgot the plastic tags and opted for full-body immersion.
Like an epiphany, I realized we needed a fence.
So. . . Off to Home Depot—again!
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