Since I am trying to reduce the incidence of mud by once again trying to grow grass in our yard, I closed the dog-door and attempted to limit Murphy's access to squirrels. Ray happily curled up on a chair and slept. Murphy whiled away the hours watching through the glass doors, keeping an eye out for small, furry marauders, alerting us to their presence with an ear-drum shattering shriek every time she spotted one.
Three or four times during the day, in between the raindrops, I let the dogs outside to play (but kept the dog door closed). As they finished and showed up at the back door to get back in, I would ease the door open, point at Murphy an give a firm "STAY."
While poor, pathetic, filthy Pigpen stayed outside, Ray would come in for a quick rubdown. After a few swipes of his tootsies, he would be good to go. Only then would I retrieve more towels to tackle Murphy and her hula skirt.
As the day drew to a close, Murphy staked out the front door in anticipation of her owners' return. She'd never spent more than two nights with us and it was apparent that she thought she was going home. After an hour or two, she gave up and retreated dejectedly to the couch.
Pre-dog, our yard looked like this.
|Backyard, December 2010|
|Backyard, January 2011|
With the arrival of Murphy this weekend, I think I would have to change the description to "nice try" or "there's always next year." (sigh). On the bright side, there's more grass now than in the above two photos.
As for the plants in the top photo, most have given up the ghost and gone to that big green garden in the sky. The upside of that, I can now say with certainty that anything remaining in the yard is just about 100% bomb-proof.
Bahahahaha on the yard - you should have seen mine at it's worst - NOBODY could believe the huge, deep trenches my dogs dug all over it; it looked like some kind of bizarre lunar landscape. I paid $1,500+ to repair it all about 6 months ago, and now they are only allowed to run free when I'm home. Still, they've managed to dig about half a dozen big holes I need to fill in (can't watch them every second). And here's a question for the ages - where does the dirt that comes out of the holes GO? There's never enough to fill in even half the hole they dug; I have to buy bags and bags of dirt. On top of that they've killed numerous bushes, dug up entire small trees, and somehow eat rose bushes to the ground, thorns and all. Sigh...ReplyDelete
I wonder that about the dirt every time I dig a hole to plant something and don't have enough to refill it. EVEN with a plant taking up most of the space, I need more dirt. Bizarre.Delete
I can't imagine how bad a yard would be with more than one dog running around all the time. Ray has destroyed a lot of stuff (just by peeing on it and inadvertently trampling things) but between him and Murphy things disappear A LOT faster. Especially the grass.
Ever considered Astro Turf?ReplyDelete