Re: [pyrnet] Bored Baby

[Mary Delmage <mary@ericnagler.com>]

> ..............instead I ended up
> with 5 pyrs. (:o.  Besides living in the southwest is such a 
> challenge in the gardening end, that I just knew a goat would eat all
> my hard earned flowers for lunch....


You mean the Pyrs don't wreck your garden???

One of the most stupid things I've ever done was around Pyrs and my
garden.  Last summer when Belle's litter of 7 puppies were eight
weeks old, and only days away from going home I decided in an impatient
fit of misplaced optimism to make myself a little English herbaceous
garden.  I spent $300 on Lilies, Hollyhocks, Chrysanthemums 
etc and set them in a little area by the house which I fenced in with
netting to keep the pups out.  We have a big property with lots of
room for the dogs to run, so all went well.  That is, until (and
this was the stupid bit) I decided my garden needed some nutrition to
help it along.  As I stood there merrily scattering bone meal over
my plants the effect on the dogs was amazing.  Although the pups
were yards away and minding their own business, they all
immediately  lifted their heads as they caught a whiff of this
enticing new smell.  In one movement all seven (by now quite large)
pups plus Mum literally STAMPEDED towards my garden, and despite my yells
and other discouraging words (many of them four lettered I admit), they
trampled the netting fence, hurling themselves into my perennials ,
rolling, thrashing, digging and romping all over my plants until they
were quite flattened.  Pulverized in fact.  Despite my best
efforts, there was to be no persuading the pups away from  what was
obviously dog heaven and I could only watch helplessly as my beautiful
flowers become a sad squished mess. 

Adding to this their love of digging huge holes to lie in on hot days and
digging huge holes to roll in the mud on wet days, I've come to the
conclusion you can have a garden *or* pyrs but not both and now I resign
myself to having a wonderful 'wilderness' garden, with my beautiful white
(ish) balls of fluff romping around freely!

Mary (no more green fingers).