That is my dream – that I can plant stuff and not need to build the Berlin Wall to protect my garden. These are my babies:
Most of them I started from seed. (Well, all except the basil, which didn’t quite make it.) Like any mother, I am protective of my babies. Therefore, I was not pleased when Bigfoot trampled some of my babies.
I bought a pretty little wrought iron fence. It’s low enough to step over comfortably but the same height as the barricades I have in the house to bar Bigfoot from certain rooms. The dog does, after all, have bad hips and he won’t bother trying to step over a 6″ high barrier.
It seems, though, that my garden has some particular attraction in it that will cause him to struggle over my pretty little fence. I then had 2 choices: either get a shotgun and shoot him or concoct something that will completely imped his progress across my little fence. This is the result:
I knew it was wise, hanging on to those old Boogie Boards & old shelving. If he somehow manages to get over that, I obviously will have no choice but to buy that shotgun.
That is what we call down here a ‘grip rig’. Well done.
I’m thinking I could have used a few menace arms or steel cheeses.
My son called me last night and told me he found me a perfect Mothers day present. Someone had dropped a baby german shepherd puppy off at a friends house and he was bringing it to me before they shot it. I had spent the day trying to rake the piles of dog hair off of the furniture and cleaning muddy paw prints off of my white kitchen floor. I told him I was completely dogged out and was not ready for another one. Now I must go scrape up dozens of piles of dog crap out of the yard.
that looks pretty serious, hope it works for bigfoots sake..;p