dog story

I have made a bit of a dent in my weedy yard. I have cleared out my flower garden spot that is between the house and sidewalk. Now I need to find someone to dig it up for me (it is too narrow for the tiller). And then I will add some topsoil and manure or mulch or something and hopefully get some plants in there by fall.

I sprayed my whole yard today. The garden got roundup, so I can roundup all the produce, the weeds got Weed B Gone (of course) and the lawn got Miracle Grow. Then maybe it can do a bit better at outgrowing all the weeds.

When the dogs and I got home from our walk today, Fluffy met up with me just before we got home, but I didn't see Chewy. When we walk, we go out in the wilderness by my house. The rules of them going with me is that they have to go on their own journey and leave me alone. They generally meet up with me the last couple of minutes of my walk. I started on my weed detail and was surprised when she didn't come back. I decided to check her dog pen. She was in there. That was surprising. Then I saw the surprise that she brought back with her. It was a decomposed, dried out, gross cat. Stupid dog. I was going to leave it for Mike to take care of but then the dang dog started chewing on it. So I had to take it away. The funny thing is that I am sure that that dog purposely avoided me because she ALWAYS meets up with me. And she is notorious for trying to bring prizes home and she totally knows that she is not supposed to.