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They dug up my newly planted (back-wrecking) onion sets and made a start on the potatoes. Then they dug up one of two globe artichokes that I had nursed through the winter.

I have ordered fox from Amazon.

@Uncle Badger – Perhaps your garden could use a scare-chicken. Something made with KFC buckets and Chick-Fil-A clam-shell boxes?

I could while away the hours
Conferrin’ with the flowers
Consultin’ with the rain
And my head, I’d be scratchin’
While my thoughts were busy hatchin’
If I only had a brain

— Harold Arlen and Yip Harburg

Speaking of chickens, here‘s a Friday Funny. Scroll down toward the bottom. You’ll know when you see it.

Thar she blows!

You can always console yourselves with hoppy lambs from here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pjPfJvEfOkg

Weasel, sounds as if you and Mrs D share a birthday month and year.

if it’s THAT year, that is.

we had an inch or two of wet snow last night. chilly all week.

Maybe I’ll skip chickens entirely.
I hope the wrecked plants could be replanted.

Deborah HH, yes, what you need is a nice dog, like a lab, who chews his way through your laundry room door!

@Durnedyankee—Ha! No more Labs for me. We acquired a Lab/Boxer mix who was the sweetest, most loving dog ever. Highly protective of JavaSon and followed him everywhere. It never occurred to us to make a bird dog out of her, so she took matters into her own paws. She was an eclectic retriever, and soon our yard looked like an avant-garde artist lived there. Among other things, she brought home a 3-lb. shop hammer and a beautiful sofa cushion that someone had carefully spot cleaned and left the porch to dry. I never found the owner.

Deborah HH – ours was a lab something mix – the only male we’ve ever owned. He must have been close cousin to “Marley” of Marley and Me fame. We’re soft hearted/headed and we kept him despite the swath of house destruction he cut during his life. The only thing that dog respected was an electric fence. He went beserker during thunderstorms (in Texas, is that a problem?) .
Durned son #3 proclaimed him to be, and still does, the best dog, ever.
We referred to him as a good boy who did bad things.

and yes, he ate through a laundry room door. We came home to what looked to be a 12 gauge Quincy blast through the door and him sitting on the side opposite the side we’d left him on.

15 years of loving mayhem.

Some dogs never outgrow the chewing stage. A good boy who did bad things. That’s a great way to describe it. I think Labs are genetically pre-disposed to chewing up stuff. It’s the flip side of their loving nature.

Do you remember reading humorist Lewis Grizzard? The stories he wrote about his Lab “Catfish” would leave me gasping for breath. Catfish liked expensive chew toys: eyeglasses, remote controls, and Gucci loafers.

I’ll have to look up Mr Grizzard 🙂

Quincy is legend in the neighborhood around Durnedhouse.
One time while I was working he opened the door to the room we were in by grabbing the door knob in his teeth, turning it, and backing up to open the door.

It was like that frog from Looney Tunes that sang and danced. When I dragged him, and Mrs D back, into the room to show her, he just sat there and stared at me with a sly grin on his face.

But she knew he could open doors, we had numerous destroyed door knobs, and otherwise un-explainable escapes on his part for her to believe otherwise. I still have one door knob that I replaced 3 years after he went to doggy heaven. I keep it on his box on the Durnedpack shelf next to his collar and tags.

Every time he’d escape for an adventure, when we caught him and brought him back home he’d jump into the pool and swim around as if to say “I’m cleaning off! You can’t touch me here!”

I’ll be very disappointed if he doesn’t knock me flat saying hi again when my time comes to join him.

Uncle Al, WordPress stripped out your link for some reason.