"Yeah, 'cause that's where I shoveled all the dog crap from the winter."
We're so suburban hipster that even our manure is local.
Here's my haul so far:
I have a rogue squash plant growing in the row of carrots. Whoops. At first I thought it was a zucchini plant since the leaves are similar. What's the deal with the short fat zucchini?
Nope- this ought to turn into a normal yellow spaghetti squash as it grows.
In other strange happenings around our house, I think one of the dogs is becoming co-dependent on an inanimate object. Like a four year old who still runs around with a chewed up pacifier in his mouth, Shelby has taken to wearing her chewed-out ring of a frisbee around her neck at all times.
When I'm reading out on the porch:
When I'm getting ready in the morning:
When she's on her way outside:
What. Ever. As long as she keeps contributing to the thriving garden, I'm okay with it. But still slightly grossed out.
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