The wrong place
Every time I lay down yesterday I was in the wrong place. It was just one of those days. When Mum was mowing, I found a shady spot, but was right in the path of the mower. I moved across a foot or two. So did the mower. Later, Mum was hanging the washing on the rack indoors. She had hung it out, but the hail kind of spoilt that. Anyway, I made myself comfortable while she was doing it and fell asleep. The next thing I knew I was all on my own with the washing and Mum wasn’t in the room. The same happened when Mum went into the garden room.
In my opinion, the real problem is not that I’m not on the ball. The real problem is that Mum doesn’t stay still for long enough. If she didn’t move so much she’d be still where I left her. As an ‘older’ dog, it would be very helpful for her to stop moving. Her priority should be to get me settled comfortably and then simply stay with me until I’m ready to move.
The Veg Bed
Well Dad and I will have to take back our doubts. It turns out that the tiller Mum has got is exactly what she needs to sort out the veg bed. It was all going very well until the rain and hail got in the way. Turning the soil over has brought a lot of stones to the surface as well as getting the weeds out. The squash plants could well thank us for the improvements being made. Mum has been going round with a bucket to collect up the stones. Now she could just do with some compost to mix in to improve the soil.
She hasn’t actually finished clearing it yet, but should be able to get the rest done today or tomorrow.
Love and licks
Wilma
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