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Bonnie-Jane, Canine Consultant & Adventurer
To my fellow canines . . . as I write this column autumn is approaching. The days are getting shorter, the nights are getting longer and the mornings are getting cooler and damper. Now when I say cooler I mean KOOLER. There is nothing more fun than to run through the long grass that’s covered in dew. With every bound I see drops of water spray out in a fine mist - well what doesn’t stick to my fur sprays out! Now I always know where Rock and Cyndy are but if they lose sight of me in the tall field grass they whistle. Hearing this I immediately run back to their side, and you guessed it. . . SHAKE! I love it.
Autumn at Tara Meadows also means garden harvesting and filling our freezer with vegetables to last through the winter. I’ve been banned from the garden all summer. I don’t why? When they were planting in the Spring I only wanted to help them with the holes. Not sure Cyndy really understood the concept. Everytime Rock dug the hole, Cyndy was right behind and filled it in. Seeing this I knew that I had to follow Cyndy and take the dirt back out. I do not think they appreciated my help. After a couple of holes I was asked to stay on the lawn. So when I was allowed back into the garden this week I bounded through the gate and WHOA. . . what the heck is that!?! Those aren’t beans or tomatoes or carrots like we had last summer. This summer my humans have also planted zucchini. After my initial surprise I soon realized that zucchini are fun. The huge leaves have become a new favourite hiding place. My little zucchini cave also provides some nice shade.
Autumn also means filling up the woodshed. Rock drags a few downed trees out of the forest and cuts them up with the power saw. Usually the bark falls off and I get to chew it. Then the cut-up pieces are split and sometimes splintered into some excellent chewable pieces just for me - enough to supply me for the entire winter. Once again this year I know I will be reminded of the “wood rule” - no chewing wood in the house. Apparently wood is an outside toy.
Well, bye for now.
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