With building work going on, comes the need to store materials, mainly aggregate and sand, which they seem to have taken an uncontrollable liking to, especially the latter.
Every day, Handy Andy, my trusty helper, sweeps the sand into a neat pile and places an odd assortment of household items around to keep the dogs out! HA! will he never learn. Seven days in a row, he has gone through this same ritual and seven mornings in a row he has returned to find the sand strewn haplessly about the place and scattered down the drive (with a decent helping on the verandah where they come to shake themselves off, after the deed has been done!).
I will be pleased when this project is completed, not least so that I can cease to chastise these creatures in trying to stop them from doing something that they seem to take so much pleasure in. And whilst I am willing to forgive them their sand fetish, I am less pleased to report that the little dog has rampaged over the seedboxes chasing a lizard - just as the first signs of life had begun....oh well, it's back to the drawing board on pooch-proofing my planting.
