i don’t know whether to laugh, cry, or throw things.
With all the rain everything is soaked, the front patio is even totally drenched and so Bundy (my german shephard) has nowhere warm and dry to sleep. Which, i have to say does not bother me all that much. She’s a dog. She has heaps of room under the house, a soft (albeit damp) bed on the patio, an actual canvas doghouse under the eaves…
But Dad made me feel all guilty so i laid out some of my nice towels over her wet bed (which she scratched at and dragged off anyway) and made her another dry bed up on the back deck. Now the back deck is where the kids play and has previously been dog-free cos she has dirty feet and far too much fluffy fur. But, with Dad carrying on about her being cold (she has a friggin fur coat!) i called her up and put her food bowl up here.
Fine.
Now the other day cos my seedlings were getting drenched outside i had carried the trays up and had them on the deck (the same deck now populated by a big dog) and cos i had not wanted the kids to play in the seedling trays i had put them up on the outdoor table. All good.
Dad is here and says “you’ll wreck your nice table with those seedling boxes.” I explained that they were getting drowned in the rain. “Put them on the floor” he says. “Bundy will get them!” i reply…. but no, see, i listen to my father…..
So we put the boxes on the floor.
Had to go into town for a bit today. I was gone a couple of hours. I got back home, walked out the back on to the deck….. and i will honestly admit that tears welled up. My seedlings!!!! Friggin BUNDY!!!!!
With the rain and the cloudy days the seedlings had seemed to thrive and i had been planning to plant them once we had some fine days to dry the soil up a bit. Some of them i had intended to put in pots as xmas gifts for family. Now they had been reduced to green flecks of broken leaf amongst the upturned soil marked with suspiciously dog-claw looking scratch marks.
So, i took what i could and planted them out into the garden. I have no idea what i planted where- half of them were stems with a few roots and no leaves attached. I can’t imagine many will survive. While i was searching for survivors i allowed myself a moments doubt. “Perhaps it was a bird?” (a bloody big footed bird, but, maybe…. it might NOT have been Bundy…” And then, amongt the last of the cape gooseberrys i discover a half-eaten bone-shaped dog biscuit. BLOODY BUNDY!!!!!!
So i smoothed over the seedraising mix ready to plant some more seeds tomorrow and start all over again.
And then put Bundy’s food bowl back downstairs and locked the gate. She can sleep in the rain.