Trouble in the Garden

It’s hot as blazes outside today.  I knew it was supposed to get up over 90 degrees, so I hightailed it out to the backyard this morning to do some backyardish type things before the mercury had a chance to climb.  Cambridge came zooming out the door after me of course.  So while I was fussing with some flowers, I noticed him off in the corner playing with something.  Well, when you have a puppy, you learn to check what it is he’s playing with—A.S.A.P if you’re smart.  It could be a stick, a rock, or somebody’s expensive basketball shoe.  Or in this case it could be ONE OF MY TOMATOES!    No wait—make that TWO of my tomatoes! 

Now to put things into perspective:  I’ve nurtured and cherished my four tomato plants for weeks.  Every day I inspect their fruit with a keen eye, waiting for the skin of the tomatoes to turn from green to a lovely shade of red so I can gleefully snap them off and race into the house to use in our weekly batch of salsa.  I have been so looking forward to using our own tomatoes instead of spending a small fortune on the ones in the store—I want that fresh taste too! 

 

So that little dog must have marched right up to one of the tomato plants and nibbled or knocked a couple of those beauties right off the vine.  That pup’s got some nerve!  How dare he touch those precious orbs!  But you know—they are round and green—they do look a lot like the tennis balls he’s been allowed to chew….Oh, OK—he’s out of the proverbial doghouse.  He didn’t mean to be naughty (again)….

So now my little babies are sitting in a dish and will hopefully still ripen and be sacrificed to the salsa The Man so loves.  As for Cambridge—I’ve pretty much given up—he runs this place.  

My two babies!