I am really glad we moved to a house with a large garden, because I discovered I love guardening. You know: guarding a big estate and helping M out in the garden. I can do both at the same time, of course. It is easy!
M is very pleased with my guardening capabilities. I know this, because when I help her she pushes me around a bit, teasing me. Which means she is happy and would like to play with me if she would have time. But she has not, because she is gardening. She is so busy in the garden that sometimes I help her with the hard work. She is really pleased with that, telling me things like ‘now look what you’ve done!’. By which she actually means ‘thank you for digging such a big hole, large enough for me to put this plant in!’
Did I mention that humans can be a bit confusing in their communication? They say one thing and mean something else. For me this is not a problem, I understand them. But we dogs don’t do this, we are very straightforward. I have the impression that if humans would do this too, there would be a lot less problems in the world. Between humans, that is. But that is not my concern, of course. I am busy guardening!
This is a time full of surprises. We are in the new garden a lot and it turns out M loves sticks just as much as I do! I never knew that…
She digs and saws and hacks and pulls at shrubs and little trees.
We play with the sticks and then she does the most wonderful thing: she piles them up very high! It is like a wall, made of sticks.
That is nice! It means I will have an endless collection of sticks to play with when ever I feel like it. Awesome.
M did the strangest thing…. we were out in our garden, as we often are. Then M is tending the plants and I am sniffing for cats. But this time M took her gardening tools and began to dig. Not just dig up one plant, like she sometimes does, but ALL the plants!
She did not stop until all the plants were out of our garden and in big boxes.
I find this amazing. I mean: I like digging, but I am not allowed to dig in our garden. Of course this does not mean I never dig – I have some secret projects in the garden M doesn’t know of. But anyway, I thought digging was prohibited. Until now, apparently!
M drove away with all the plants and returned with…. other plants! She put them in our garden, which is now looking like this:
She told me I am not allowed to dig in this bed, nor in any other part of the garden. That is not fair! Why would she go on digging when ever she feels like it, and forbid me to do the same? I do not understand it, either. The plants she put in our garden smell different, they smell like our new garden. I can sense foxes and rabbits and cats – the cats of our neighbors there. Why did M move the plants? It greatly puzzles me.
In my last post I wrote about the work I do in the garden: guardening. But that is not the only thing I do out there. You see: we have a very nice garden. It is not a huge estate, but it is big enough to do several fab things. I like to sunbathe on the terrace. And investigate the plants:
Sometimes I bring Chuck out in the garden. Chuck is my prey. He stays indoors most of the time, the poor bastard. I know he is a little afraid to go out, begin a chicken and all that, but I think it is important for him to be in the Great Outdoors now and then. The garden is just what he can handle, so that is fine. I am sure he is grateful to me, for bringing him out into the fresh air.
There is something else I do in the garden, but that is a secret. No one knows, not even M, so please do not tell her. I would like to show it to you, though, because adventures tend to get even more exciting when shared. This is it, my Secret Project:
I am digging a tunnel! To… well, I do not exactly know where to. I guess I’ll find out when I get there.
You see: our garden is a great place to be!
We have been out in the garden a lot recently. M has been working with the plants en bushes, making it all look pretty. She likes doing that. My task is to guard our property, so no cat or pigeon will enter it. Nor foxes nor rabbits, although I would like to chase a trespassing fox out of our garden! Alas, there are no smells of foxes or rabbits near our garden, so I guess they avoid us because they know I am here. Pity.
So M is gardening and I am guarding. Which, in a garden like this, is demanding because there are so many sounds and smells – human and feline – around us. It is guardening!