The last few days around here have been filled with young men and mulch. Now before you get some strange ideas from that sentence let me remind you it is that time of year when gardens and flower beds have to have some mulch put on them to protect and nourish all the flowers and shrubbery and, most importantly, allow Devoted Spouse some free time from weeding.
Remember the other day I told ya’ll how there’s that stinky product called Liquid Fence that is designed to keep rabbits away from your plants? Remember the other day I told ya’ll how EmmaLou, the Golden Destroyer went bonkers for the Liquid Fence and thought she had found a new doggie perfume?
Last night EmmaLou received her normal dinner of what Devoted Spouse calls Fish and Chips (a special brand of vet-provided dog food containing fish and potatoes for dogs with skin allergy problems). She chowed down greedily as if it wasn’t the same old kibble she has received twice a day for the last five years. Then it was time for the “constitutional”. Devoted Spouse opened the sliding glass door to the back yard and out went EmmaLou in search of that perfect spot (can you imagine how inconvenient it would be for us if we had to search for that perfect spot every time we had to pee? Hmmmm….) Anyway, she stopped dead in her tracks on the deck, slowly turned her puppy head towards the right and noticed the first spot of newly laid mulch right under my kitchen window. Suddenly EmmaLou turned into Super Dog and made a beeline straight for the mulch. It was like Emeril in a Farmer’s Market searching for just the perfect pepper. She sniffed, she moved an inch or two, she sniffed, she moved an inch or two, and then she found just the right piece of mulch, gingerly picked it up and took it over to the grass where she plopped down and commenced to slowly chew and savor that piece of mulch like it was part of a gourmet meal.
Okay – no big deal – the dog ate a piece of mulch. But the mulch stinks much like the Liquid Fence — I imagine there’s a tad bit of manure thrown in for good measure and well, you just don’t have to lead EmmaLou to anything resembling the fragrance of manure – she’s got “stink” radar all her own. So after she had her appetizer she ran to the closest flower garden and jumped into the middle of a pile of mulch, rolled around on her back, put her head and face into it to fully appreciate it’s “bouquet” and just rutted around like she was in hog heaven.
That’s my little puppy girl – give her an opportunity to roll in or eat something that stinks and she’s a happy dog. I could save alot of money on dog toys this way, but may have to run to Sam’s to stock up on doggie shampoo.
More mulch arrives today — shhhhh, don’t tell EmmaLou please.