The summer that Jenny was a puppy, my garden really took a hit.
Oh, she was adorable and all (which was a Good Thing for her), but she mashed my daylilies flat. She leaped through my hostas. She dug out anything new I planted. . . and dragged it through the yard.
She was always, always rooting around in my garden. From the very first, she had a "thing" for my hostas. She liked to hide in them. And then leap out!
And when she crashed, she often crashed in among the hostas!
I thought my gardening days were doomed . . . by an adorable puppy. But, over the years, Jenny has become my faithful gardening companion.
Oh, she still likes to sneak off with my gardening gloves or an empty plastic pot and run wild through the yard. But the days of digging up and rooting through and leaping into my plants are over.
Jenny loves to be . . . involved. . . with gardening.
This past weekend, Tom helped me plant (let's be clear -- I pointed, Tom planted) several hostas (generously shared by my Mom and Dad) in a new garden bed. And who was right there. . . helping every step of the way?
Why, Jenny the Gardening Dog, of course!
I noticed she was doing a lot of nosing about in the upturned soil. With great interest!
Turns out she was hunting grubs!
After trying one, she decided to leave them for the robins. But she did have a lot of fun digging for them, and then just sort of . . . leaving them. . . laying willy-nilly around the new garden bed.
Much better than flattening the hostas, that's for sure!