It could be called a mid-life crisis. Or maybe a reaction to the state of the world. Whatever the reason, I just got myself a couple of puppies. Why not! Well, probably several reasons.
First up was my purple-flowered pentstemon, a lush plant in its prime and now a shadow of its former self — it hardly even casts a shadow any more after undergoing a severe pruning.
If tearing at the outdoor potted plant wasn't enough, the four-legged friends headed indoors and attacked my husband's precious Eucharist lily, ripping its tender shiny leaves into shreds. Luckily for them, there were two lilies to keep them busy — both pots now sport one stalk and a straggling partial leaf each. Where there's a bit of green, there's hope.
Back outside again, small muddy holes have begun cropping up in the garden. Just the right size for an unsuspecting foot to twist into. Shame they couldn't aim their dig for the unpopular and abundant Japanese anemone instead of the recently well-tended fern bed.
A real sense of déjà-vu has set in as pint-sized puddles shine where they shouldn't and pointy piles of puppy poop pop up in unsuspecting places. Whoever sees it, cleans it.