That darn dog!
Inca has been a very bad dog lately. She has been getting into my garden bed and wreaking havoc.
It started when I went in there to trim the basil. I'm always busy and tired, and I only get in there to work once a month or so. I'm a bad plant mom. My friend Dave built me the tiny garden back in the spring (2009) to encourage a shared love for gardening. That, and because he's nice.
So, it's been there for half a year and it never piqued her interest, but on this particular day, Inca saw me unhook the small gate and realized that fun things lay behind that flimsy mesh barrier. Things like Manoa lettuce, wild tomatoes, and other fun herbs.
If she wanted to remove the herbs to cook me dinner, that'd be one thing, but I've been coming out just about every day to large, telltale paw prints in the dirt, and more and more dying plants.
Labradors are SO smart. There are three stakes nailed in at intervals, with a thick mesh zip tied to all but one stake. On that last stake, the mesh is simply hooked on, acting like a gate. First, she realized she could tug at the mesh, unhook the bottom, and crawl in under.
I thought I fixed that by putting a big cinder block at the bottom to prevent her from nosing under. She moved the block. Right. What's a concrete brick to a 70 pound dog? So I lined the entire bottom with blocks to create more deterrent.
To heck with you, she said. She simply yanked the mesh away with her teeth and broke it.
A running list of casualties:
Lima bean plant
Half dug up thyme
Half dug up mint
Partially trampled lavender
Semi broken green onion
I know it's my fault for not giving her more stimulation, and I know it's what dogs do anyway. They dig. But dang it, Inca. Can't you dig up the weeds instead of the vegetables?