In celebration of Earth Day, I decided to build raised beds for my intended vegetable gardens. The raised beds should deter the bunnies who are slowly taking over my entire property, and also are a very pleasant alternative to digging up and tilling a section of my lawn o’ weeds. Me and shovels are not very good friends.
The thing is, wood is expensive! I popped by the hardware store yesterday to price lumber and nearly choked. But there is one advantage to living on a kind of run-down acreage that the owners have used as a sort of garbage dump for the last 20 years – large, miscellaneous piles of wood.
So after digging through 2 or 3 piles this morning (whilst wearing rubber dishwashing gloves, since those are the only kind I own), dropping some wood on my feet while screeching in terror (centipedes) I found enough pieces of lumber that were close enough in size to one another (me = also not friends with saws) and I made two raised beds, with my own two citified hands.
Two raised beds – one is 8’X4′ and the other is 6’X4′. Both are about a foot deep. All they cost me to build was $6.00 for a package of screws and some time. Can’t beat that!
I placed them on the South side of the house where they will get the most sun and the least amount of foot /dog traffic.
He even fell asleep. I think this is the first time in my life I have seen Tweed fall asleep outside.
Another thing I never thought I’d see in my lifetime is the unlikely alliance of Tweed and TWooie. Yesterday, they decided they were BFFs and played – I mean actually *played* like two normal dogs. They did zoomies, they played bitey face, they wrestled … I probably should have stopped it because Tweed should be resting, but really it was just a magical event. Tweed doesn’t really play with other dogs, and TWooie is anything but normal, period.
I like you now. I’m going to kiss you.
TWooie continues to unwind and while he may never be a totally “normal” dog, he’s really coming along. Like for example – I have taught him the joys of clicker training, and recently taught him to stand on a box. This is huge for the TWoo – I don’t think anyone has ever taught him a new behaviour in a pleasant way, and he was so flippin’ happy to try it for me (or for cookies, whatever). I couldn’t get him OFF the box after that!
Then he chewed through my bedroom blinds when I left him inside to take Tweed for a short on leash walk. *sigh*
But then I got up the other morning and saw he had helped himself to several toys from the basket and piled them on his dog bed. Previous to this, I couldn’t even get him to chew a bone unless I handed it to him directly. So clearly, he is starting to relax, even if it’s mostly in private.
Oh TWooie, if only I knew what your life was like before you joined our crew.
I am completely smitten with The TWoo. Now that he trusts me, he has stopped chomping me altogether, even when he is excited or when I make him do something he doesn’t care for. He is still a shit to other dogs though. And he is not a fan of Dexter either, whom he finds extremely pesty. As do I, incidentally. The teenage phase is so very trying.
What are you doing? What’s that? Can I play? Do you need some help? Why can’t I eat the screws? Whaddaya mean don’t chew on the drill? I’m not standing on your wood. What’s in your pocket? What about your hand? What are you doing anyway? Wanna play?
“Go AWAY Dexter” is the most commonly heard phrase in this household lately.
Anyway, we are enjoying the farm life… mostly. I have to post and run, as there are 17 holes in the horse paddock I have to fill now. Piper spent the last two days digging up the mystery magical creatures she believes lives under the hog fuel (that’s like mulch) and it’s a mess out there.
We hope you are enjoying Earth Day as much as we are.