My weekend is mainly about sunflower planting, how about you? Finally – and I do mean finally, Wilma has got off the computer and let me have a go. As I am the gardening dog of the family, gardening is what I’m going to talk about. In our village we have a sunflower growing competition. Now, you may find this next bit hard to believe. Our Mistress was the one who wrote the instructions on how to grow them. Why is that so odd? Last year, not one of her ten seeds even germinated. That’s a pretty sad record.
This year, I have offered my advice and help. I will be watching over our Mistress while she does the planting. None of this – stick them in the ground and hope for the best – this year! There might be one small problem as a result of moving house. We might not actually be here by the time they flower. I said we should just have it written into the house sale contract that the new owner had to give proper care to my sunflowers. It could even go on the page after what food the squirrels and birds like and what time they want to be fed. These things are important.
Fair weather gardener
There could be one problem with my weekend plan. I’m a bit of a fair weather gardener. To be honest, I’m a fair weather sort of a dog. I’ve never been a big fan of wet, except to drink. I like my home comforts and whilst I’m a mountain dog by birth, I do like a bit of comfort, warmth and being dry. Ok, I may have had a gilded life with a little more luxury than is good for me, but I am not going to complain. I’m happy that way.