<html><head><style type="text/css"><!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --></style></head><body><div style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10pt;color:#000000;"><div>Waldo ATB never cared at all about my garden, bless his grouchy heart. Basil, however, thinks it's his own personal sandbox and salad bar combined. I have a 4x6 raised bed garden along the side of the deck, and after I caught him standing in it, snooter-deep in dirt, I put up some of that ornamental wire fencing. It's about 3 feet tall, but not very strong. A few weeks ago, I heard something metal bang against my grill. I went out and there was Basil, with a panel of the fencing around his neck. The holes are large enough that he couldn't choke himself; he just got his ears caught trying to back out of it after sticking his head through to snack on the few beans that have finally started growing. Instead of barking for me to save him, he just pulled the entire panel out of the ground
and started walking back to the door! I haven't given up on the garden idea quite yet; I think I'm going to have to put in a permanent (read: sunk in concrete) fence with an access gate around the garden patch.</div><div><br></div><div>Sigh... the whole idea of the garden was to save money on produce. The amount I've spent trying to keep the hound out far outweighs the paltry savings I might end up with.</div><div><br></div><div>-Esther, Basil, and Waldo ATB</div><div style="position:fixed"></div>
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