Does anyone know that Keith Urban song called, “Stupid Boy?” Well let’s just change the lyrics a wee bit.
My tomato plants are well over 6′. This is a first. Usually the only thing that I can ever grow that high are weeds. I did wonder why none of those little green tomatoes ever seemed to ripen. I didn’t think too much of it, though. Just figured they’d all suddenly turn ripe all at the same time.
Tonight Frank was out back grilling us some burgers & hot dogs for dinner. I went into my garden to get some mint, an important ingredient for what I planned on making for us to drink: mojitos. As I walk towards my little garden, there is the big, black, furry beast, among my tomatoes.
Let me tell ya, the old dog is getting a bit deaf but he sure heard me yelling at him. Neighbors probably heard me yelling at him from 3 blocks away. Stupid dog! It’s bad enough I have to battle bugs and stuff but I shouldn’t have to compete with my dog for my own damn tomatoes.
There is now a barricade blocking the spot where he managed to squeeze in. Let me catch him in there again & this dog is going home to Jesus way earlier that he plans on.
